Armenia catches the scent of another person and milk, “are you alone?”
“I am not, my wife is in the room,” the man says.
“How old is your child?” Armenia asks.
“How do you know?” the man asks.
“How old?” Armenia compels him to answer, realizing what she is smelling is breast milk.
“Three days old,” the man stutters, confused.
“Put that gun away and stay here,” Armenia compels him.
Armenia walks into the room with the baby in her arms, searching for a n****e to suckle.
“You gave birth to twins,” Armenia compels the woman before putting the baby girl to her other breast.
“Who are you, what do you want?” the woman asks, filled with fear, turning the two babies away from Armenia, in a protective way.
“When I leave this room, you won’t remember me,” Armenia says before leaving.
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