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Jul 2017
Drowsy all the time, my breast feel as if they have been punched, after my nap I'm going to consume my third lunch. People asking why aren't I married? Or what will I name this child I carry. Some frown upon me, most jump with glee, they're so lucky that they do not get up 5 times a night just to ***. I lay in my bed with mild cramps in my tummy, craving everything down to mayo and cheese yummy! Friends and family get annoyed with my hormones because I like to **** and moan. I constantly drink because my throat is dry as they ask me " how did you let this happen and why?" The answer to the question is that I am responsible for what I've done and there is no reason for me to cover it up and run.
Chloe Zafonte
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Chloe Zafonte  22/F/United States
(22/F/United States)   
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