Leyla: oh, is that a photo of your family? julia: yeah, we are of all of us at my grandmother's 90th birthday. leyla: 90? that's amazing. is she your dad's mom? julia: yes. and my dad. leyla: wow. alike. julia: . that's what everyone says. leyla: with your dad? julia: no, in her own apartment, and she still , too. leyla: good for her. julia: yeah. but very far now, and she at night.

in what passage i'm sorry but i don't see anything there.

his tongue, i believe, was bloody and hanging out of his mouth.

he looked as if he were hungry.

he has several wolf-like qualities; a gray coat, sharp claws and yellow fangs.

those eyes made me feel, dear reader, like the end was near.

as i reached for a stick, he moved to the other side of the hill.

panting and hungry, he looked at me, a defenseless human and he snarled.

well i said my prayers, however, he simply turned and limped off. 

123 did i do well? then i would love if you would mark me brrainliest