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Fwump. The floral print maternity dress is stomped on by one particularly miffed six months along Omega swearing enough to make a trucker blush. “Take that dress and shove it up your ass!”

Tsuyoshi recoils, “You said you can’t fit in any other clothes. Does it matter that it’s a dress?” He takes his car keys from the hook to return the roomy feminine pink dress mumbling vexations, “I was trying to be considerate.”

Sora and Takeo turn back to the TV to pretend that they weren’t listening in. Sora takes Takeo’s long legs off his lap and leaves his Mated Life magazine to hold his place and treads softly to the bathroom. He’s washing his hands and coloring himself the green of envy. Everyone is having babies left and right. Azu-man is acting all emotional but he has such a loving man taking care of him, you can just tell they are happy being all domestic. Me on the other hand, I’m having a serious problem. Does he not like me enough to mark me? If I keep waiting for him, I’ll be 60 and pr