His father nodded. His name—if he makes it to the Naming without being released, of course—is to be Gabriel. So I whisper that to him when I feed him every four hours, and during exercise and playtime. If no one can hear me. I call him Gabe, actually, he said and grinned. Gabe. Jonas tried it out. A good name, he decided. Though Jonas had only become a Five the Tattoos black cat fuck you shirt year that they acquired Lily and learned her name, he remembered the excitement, the conversations at home, wondering about her.
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