my toddler was encased in a hip spica cast three times by age six.
i had bigger worries than a need to pee alone.
first-born was an expensive waste of protoplasm. $100000 for three hip procedures by age six., drained thousands from my medical transcription work each.
why did we not abort? kid was so far on the s[spectrum they couldnt tolerate even waldorf.
my toddler was encased in a hip spica cast three times by age six.
i had bigger worries than a need to pee alone.
first-born was an expensive waste of protoplasm. $100000 for three hip procedures by age six., drained thousands from my medical transcription work each.
why did we not abort? kid was so far on the s[spectrum they couldnt tolerate even waldorf.
Lyrical and emotional - you convey the "feel" so well. Such an upliftingly clandestine heartbreak.
meh. splooge in the sink, have real sex, this twaddle dont need disseminated./
gookuckxx
I can't decide if this is intriguingly weird or intriguingly rude, but it's def intriguing
Reminds me of In The Mood For Love.
Loved it
Beautifully written. You painted a picture and I was there in the room, longing for forbidden fruit.
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