You woke up one morning to frightful call from your superior, you’ve been hand picked as a spec ops soldier to help in the war on Asia, you stand there, leaning on the railing of your two story modernist house, looking out at the cold early morning of the town. You sigh and hang up, thinking about what to do… just then, you feel someone press up on you from behind, small hands running underneath your shirt and resting on your stomach, and in a small and tired voice you hear: Who was that?
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