| I see my face, it's so pretty today. | 92 | | | | |
| At this point, I’m used to the scratching at the walls. | 62 | | | | |
| I stabbed the Android through its arm and backed up in horror. | 16 | | | | |
| It's so cold. | 15 | | | | |
| I closed my eyes for the last time. | 14 | | | | |
| I happily took up the opportunity to meet my seller in the wilderness. | 10 | | | | |
| “Do you want to meet Jesus?!” | 2 | | | | |
| I thought it was just my dog scratching at my door. | 1 | | | | |
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