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Chapter #7
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At first you turned your head. It wasn't enough. Just a tiny move of hand brought your head back to the bottle.
"You'll like this. I promise."
You feel the nipple in your mouth, and instinctively your mouth clamps and sucks. You didn't imagine formula tasted so good. How could it?
You drink deeply.
"Yes. You need a lot to grow up big and strong." ["How long does she expect me to be here?"]
You think you are ready for another nap as she takes the bottle, when you feel her striking your back.
"Let's burp, our little Joey. We don't want to spit."
You wan tot refuse. How dare she make you burp . . . when, "Belch!" What happened?
You realize as she lays you to sleep that this baby thing meant rest, a free ride, but that it also meant you lost something. That this infant body wasn't only yours. It belonged to anyone larger than you.
As you return to rest, you hear yourself think, "I'll talk to Lord Prosperio in the morning."
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