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Interview with a Fetus

Womb of woes, why, plague me? Shut up! It's you in this combat zone alone, and questioning. It's not even a baby. How do I bear this transgression? Ask Alexa. Not real yet, Ma. But, I'd figure, two weeks before you show.

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