I took aim at the figure in the distance, and fired my last shot, before lying my back against the rocks, closing my eyes as I recalled my youth. The days when nothing was of any significance, when i was devoid of any responsibilities.
I struggled as I gasped for my final breath. The air painfully filling and leaving my lungs as it succumbed to the damages it sustained.
Finley
* I've done my best *
Sophie
Lieber, sieh dir unseren Sohn an. Ist er nicht süß?
Paul
Natürlich muss er meine Männlichkeit und dein tolles Aussehen geerbt haben.
Finley
*Someone please talk to me in a language I can understand.*
I reached my hand out to grab their attention.
Upon grabbing her sleeve, I noticed my hands had became plump and smooth.
I raised my hands and examined them.
Finley
*These aren't my hands.*
Sophie
Bist du hungrig?
Paul
er muss sein, alles was er hatte war Milch.
Finley
* Please speak in English! *
The lady then lifted her clothes and brought me closer to her, breastfeeding me.
It felt strangely comforting as I drank the warm milk.
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