Krystyn sat down in the rocking chair with Andy and rocked him as she fed him his bottle before his afternoon nap. Andrew’s infant body suckled the nipple hungrily, eagerly devouring the sweet formula to fill the void in it’s empty tummy. Andrew’s adult mind caught glimpses of m the incessant barrage of subliminal destructive ideas that were meant to undermine the basis of his personality. He could still see, hear, smell and feel, albeit poorly through the narrow view afforded by the single loophole in the virtual Donjon he had created in self-defense.

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