nothing to do but wait wait as her belly grows and grows.
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A grammatically awkward chronicle of certain goings on.
I mean, after all; you have to consider we're only made out of dust. That's admittedly not much to go on and we shouldn't forget that. But even considering, I mean it's a sort of bad beginning, we're not doing too bad. So I personally have faith that even in this lousy situation we're faced with we can make it. You get me?-- PKD
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