To be read in the deep slow monotone voice of Eeyore.
Just my mother tryin for anothur moment of agonised , blisful but nevurending hapiness, sharin with no one hur uninterupting joy until my overly large but othurwise average head appears and the docter says, "anothur regular ordinary baby, happy new year I'm sory, what did you say his name was" 08/13/2015
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