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A twitch repeating erratically somewhere in the recesses of my lower abdomen. shifting waistband doesn't help Did I put on weight this month? Are my **** getting bigger? (No, no they're not, you vain little peacock.) I don't feel bad or heavy or strange. And I've been good about the pill. It must just be gas. Thump.
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Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 1:23 PM UTC
Thump
A twitch repeating erratically somewhere in the recesses of my lower abdomen. shifting waistband doesn't help Did I put on weight this month? Are my **** getting bigger? (No, no they're not, you vain little peacock.) I don't feel bad or heavy or strange. And I've been good about the pill. It must just be gas. Thump.
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Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 1:23 PM UTC
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