"Well, you're at a nursery. For bigger 'babies' like us!" he said.
You stop in your tracks. Did he just call himself, and you, a baby? This was more surreal than he had imagined. Was he brainwashed? You didn't seem to be able to ask the questions in your head though, seeing as how he was nice enough to greet you. "Well, I get that," you say. "This place got a name or an owner?" you ask, trying to get more info.
The blonde shrugs and shakes his head. "Beats me. They got a couple of dudes who make rounds and change the diapers and rotate the toys and games out, but that's all I know. They do the laundry, cooking, and cleaning though, so I'm not complaining." He says. "I'm Terrell, by the way!" he adds.
You introduce yourself and shake hands, but then you notice something is off! You instinctively look down, as if you seem to be aware of what just changed, and you realize...
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