I am a person away from receiving the baby. my arms, like yours, end. my wife is elsewhere as even elsewhere is needy. my wife hollers into a pillow. my hands are the many crippling fights over which is echo.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
I am a person away from receiving the baby. my arms, like yours, end. my wife is elsewhere as even elsewhere is needy. my wife hollers into a pillow. my hands are the many crippling fights over which is echo.
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