I've came to a realisation. I love my husband. He is the sunlight to my solar powered calculator. He is the nib to my fountain pen. The beeswax in my Chapstick. Also, in my night-long haze of lust and ovulation, I've come to realise that I don't want any more fucking children. No, no, no. No way that I'm going to lose my figure again
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