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Hello you,
We've had a good run. Nine months seems like an awful long time for you to be in me, taking all my nutrients and oxygen, you know, becoming more beautiful and intelligent as the days go by does take some effort. This I do not mind.
What I do mind, however, is you overstaying your welcome. Nine months to the day, and you were meant to be gone. You know, I thought we had a lovely mutual little agreement going on. You're almost a whole week overdue, really, being late is not doing anyone any good. It's hot and you're pretty big now.
So please, I beg you. Out. Now. There will be serious consequences if you don't listen to your mother.
Love,
Mum.
It'ssoHOT.