Not Funny
So, it seems my mom had to go ahead and make me feel like I was simple shit and didn't care for my future baby girl. It was just a little feeling, reminded me of an orbiting webcam I want. Like my right egg sack. Then, I felt it being polished, like rubbed with a cloth. Like a thin cloth. Sorta, warm and tingly but shitty.
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