Gabriel
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I'm getting old. Or perhaps I'm too old. My limbs are slow are tired, my joints ache, I can barely see through my partially clouded eyes and my food needs to be softened and warmed before I can go anywhere near it. Maybe it's time for me to go. Surely they won't mind, I mean, they can always get another one of me. Heck, I can always come back to them. They were really very caring. Not once was I kicked or smacked. And I was so well behaved, they didn't think it was necessary for the surgery. Though, that wasn't an act. I definitely am not interested in well, ugh. Practically bestiality. No thanks, not for me.
I'll have to speak to the older ones, but I think they've started to catch on.
AN: Reviews would be an amazing encouraging force to compel me to continue this story... seriously.
