When I stare at my stomach (trying to breathe as softly as possible without holding my breath since apparently that's bad) it has the same appearance as a bowl of unbalanced j-e-l-l-o. He's in there. Moving for me.
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HAHA I LOVE IT.
and i just LOVE your new blog! very cool style;)
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