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There's someone looking in through a peephole at your life right now. You don't remember putting in that peephole and you certainly dont remember making it so you can look in from outside. Regardless it's there, whether you endorse it's placement or not.
Maybe you'd like to kick about puddles to get your rage out on these pesky people peering in through your peephole. Perhaps you'll be lucky enough to find a fiver in this puddle.
This fiver contains a combination written on the back which unlocks the fire exit. This quick way out however is blocked by a horde of bad men and old wimmin who only want people to remain in-line and useful to them, and block anyone trying to upset this established order.
This backfire however as some people flee to foreign lands like Poland to find the fire exit. Whether or not they find it is entirely up to the weather and whether or not another volcano will explode, bringing the seagulls down with it.
The seagulls will follow in flocks and groups much in the way the bad men and old wimmin want you to follow. You're not a seagull, however. You are a human being.
Maybe you'd like to kick about puddles to get your rage out on these pesky people peering in through your peephole. Perhaps you'll be lucky enough to find a fiver in this puddle.
This fiver contains a combination written on the back which unlocks the fire exit. This quick way out however is blocked by a horde of bad men and old wimmin who only want people to remain in-line and useful to them, and block anyone trying to upset this established order.
This backfire however as some people flee to foreign lands like Poland to find the fire exit. Whether or not they find it is entirely up to the weather and whether or not another volcano will explode, bringing the seagulls down with it.
The seagulls will follow in flocks and groups much in the way the bad men and old wimmin want you to follow. You're not a seagull, however. You are a human being.
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CYVOL: JENNE: SIT IN CHAIR.
You sit backwards on the chair for a while, but that got to be too much and you went back to laying down. You feel tired and overwhelmed and the intense contractions, and start to moan along with them.
You end up humming along with music, sitting upright in bed and handling each pain as it comes. You soon feel a movement and a downwards pressure that seems to open up something near your bottom. Another contraction with this makes you realize that you're starting to push.
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Santa, Baby...
"Do I really have to do this?" Whined a voice from behind the closed bathroom door.
"Aw c'mon babe, you'll look so cute!" Replied the slim young man leaning against the wall beside the door frame.
"But it's just so...y'know...big." The voice retorted, slightly muffled and seemingly struggling with something.
"And? So are you! Now get out here and lemme see your new outfit!"
"Fine. But if you laugh, I'm using your treadmill!" The door opened with the delivery of the threat, revealing Bradley.
In the year since they had first got together at Alex's Halloween party, Bradley had only gotten bigger. Weighing in at 370 pounds that first night,
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Unborn Closeness
To my Unborn Child,
I will always love you as sure as sunrise. Even when my hormones drop back to livable conditions will my thoughts be filled with the closest of hugs we share, will my eyes tear up at the thought of you not connected to me. You should know all this, because the only way I can see my life is in the light of you, and this moment.
In the next few hours, something terrible is going to happen. I am going to let you go. And you, my dear sweet you, shall never be a rosy cheeked, giddy child, but instead my little angel. Your first shoes, I bought you, will be sold to Goodwill, never worn. And throughout all this there won’
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