Another day has passed. Still I’m not getting stronger, but I have learned that I like boobs. Apparently that is the name of the food maker from which I feed each day. I also learned that I do not like Aunty Helena’s boobs. Big and round, they seem to offer much of the luscious milk which I enjoy, but do not deliver. I sucked until my gums hurt, but nary a drop touched my parched lips.

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Curse you Aunty Helena!