Dec 04, 2009 11:40
Pam doesn't walk so much as waddle into the bar this morning.
She's not about to complain on the subject of her size, but it literally feels like her belly sort of exploded over night. (Or, you know, some other word that sounds less gross and Alien-ish.)
She plops herself down on a couch and absently rests her hand on her pregnant stomach while attempting to flag a waitrat down to order some tea with the other.
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