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Her blood is on my hands as I slowly pull the life out of her. I can hear her howl as she curses the pain I feel the power course through her body like crashing waves as she struggles through this ancient ritual Each labored breath is taken strategically and deliberately, and with it a crescendo begins; initiated by a ****** prior Rising now, steadily, as steam off a *** Boiling. Screaming. Screaming. Cut. A soft cry. A steady stream of congratulations and oxytocin. A baby is born.
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
A crescendo begins
Her blood is on my hands as I slowly pull the life out of her. I can hear her howl as she curses the pain I feel the power course through her body like crashing waves as she struggles through this ancient ritual Each labored breath is taken strategically and deliberately, and with it a crescendo begins; initiated by a ****** prior Rising now, steadily, as steam off a *** Boiling. Screaming. Screaming. Cut. A soft cry. A steady stream of congratulations and oxytocin. A baby is born.
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
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