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I had the most fucked up dream last night:
I was in the bathroom of my childhood home, where I gave birth to a baby boy who was about the size of my hand.
I panicked; I knew I was pregnant, but I hadn't told about it to anyone, so I decided to hide the baby so I wouldn't suffer the stigma of being an unwed harlot of a mother.
I tried to pick the baby up and wrap it into a towel, but it was so slimy it kept on slipping.
I was steaming furious and all like "What the hell am I going to do?!" Then I saw a tiny arm in the wash basin, and realised that I had managed to accidentally dismember the baby.
I was horrified, but didn't mind, at least I got rid of it. So I left the bathroom.
Geez.
I was in the bathroom of my childhood home, where I gave birth to a baby boy who was about the size of my hand.
I panicked; I knew I was pregnant, but I hadn't told about it to anyone, so I decided to hide the baby so I wouldn't suffer the stigma of being an unwed harlot of a mother.
I tried to pick the baby up and wrap it into a towel, but it was so slimy it kept on slipping.
I was steaming furious and all like "What the hell am I going to do?!" Then I saw a tiny arm in the wash basin, and realised that I had managed to accidentally dismember the baby.
I was horrified, but didn't mind, at least I got rid of it. So I left the bathroom.
Geez.