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“Like wha’?” The Spy was suspicious and not liking the idea of an enemy sniper that hated her so much laying on her bed. She’d have to wash the sheets later. She rested on her stomach, crossing her arms and rested her chin upon them, making her voice bounce about the room.
“Oh, do ‘ell me, I’m curious now.”
“Why you want to chop off your breasts? Is it because you want become man or because you theenk doing it somehow make you better than women weeth breasts?” Roza asked bluntly.
She didn’t bother to correct the Sniper. There was no point to it. So instead, she spoke bluntly, in her real voice, “Sere is no poin’ in me being a woman anymore. Never was, ‘o be hones’. I’ is jus’ ‘rouble for me. If I am a man, sere is nosing else holding me, or osers, back. Simple as sa’.”
“But do you REALLY want thees? Having such surgery is beeg step. What if down road you say ‘I miss them’, hm?”
“Sere is nosing sere ‘o miss,” she replied immediately.
“We must always make sure we do not act weethout theenkeeng,” Roza reminded her. “You should wait…see if thees is really what you want before doing such a theeng.”
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