38 Weeks

Breaching baby.

“Yikes! Let’s go.”

“The drool is everywhere!” she yelped.

She drowned in a sea of disgust.

“Shut up,” she hectored, “jerkstore.”

“Yeah REAL nice, thanks”

It was the caviar or fuck ups.

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