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Tamoon's P.O.V:
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Ahh it was such a nice name...Chee-kov
He was such a good specimen
Ahh such a nice face
Such a strong body
I wished to train him much more
We would have been a good match
He HAD wanted to be selected for me
I had such a feeling of that
Why did he have to go away?
I am happy to learn of other ways
With the other Throlls
I am NOT happy living without my Chee-kov
I feel so sad...
Ahh I will never select another...now...
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Chekov's P.O.V:
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Phev! zat vas a narrov escape!
A wery close shawe!
I vas so tempted by...by...
Zat strange...being
Hov could zat be?
She vas like a voman
Yet ze woice vas...male?
I really vanted to make lowe to...her/him/it
Vat is vrong viz me?
I shudder at ze wery 'taught nov
I vant to forget...I knov...I vont...
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The End.