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Now well into her third trimester, Gwen's beginning to become less than enthused about being pregnant. There's no resentment, but life is a constant onslaught of cramps, heartburn and indigestion, and the beginning of April simply cannot come quickly enough. As she maneuvers her way around the Compound, she simply cannot fathom how Eostre carried twins, as she herself feels big as a house with just the one.
Cup of peppermint tea in one hand and with the other braced against the small of her back, she contemplates the bookshelf in the rec room, and the ominous row of film reels therein. "I can't haul the projector up here to watch them anyway, so you might as well forget it," she tells it, staunchly refusing to even look at the titles.
Cup of peppermint tea in one hand and with the other braced against the small of her back, she contemplates the bookshelf in the rec room, and the ominous row of film reels therein. "I can't haul the projector up here to watch them anyway, so you might as well forget it," she tells it, staunchly refusing to even look at the titles.