If they search me, and you're in one of my pockets, they'll find you. I'm afraid there's only one place you go where they won't find you, but you're not gonna like it." You stare at her, waiting for her to tell you where that is, but she just stares back at you looking anxious.
"Well where can I hide?" you finally ask. Your mom gulps and then looks down between her legs and says, "down there, inside me."
You feel your jaw drop as you go into shock, and then you feel sick.
"No." You say firmly, "no way, I am not going inside you.
It's sick, besides, I'll suffocate, or drown."
Your mom shakes her head and says, "no you won't. I dunno how, but I know you'll be ok in there."
She looks at you sympathetically and then says, "look, I know how you feel. I don't like it either, you're my son. But it's the only way I can protect you." Your mom turns her head to the doorway as the voices start getting louder, then she turns back and says, "it's your choice, but we have to be quick. They're coming."
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