It's late.
I ate a sandwich earlier.
Now, my stomach hurts.
Pete asked if I could be pregnant again.
He's a friggin' riot, isn't he?
Now, it's time to take my hurting belly and my unfunny husband and go to bed.
The end.
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could you be? That would be kinda exciting!!
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