Sooo, the Uterus That Would Not Die? It's trying to kill me again. Or drive me to suicide. A subtle distinction often lost on bystanders, who are chiefly concerned with dodging fountains of gore.
This time it has resorted to a tactic I thought it had abandoned way back in 1998 or '99. You know, last century. It is trying to make me bleed to
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