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I was sleeping against her torso and I could feel the fetus inside her kick. He was kicking me in the face. I pushed up towards the head of the bead, to lie even with her, and the little bastard followed me. He was inside her, but not in her womb anymore, he had climbed up into her neck and was still trying to kick my face. I could just barely make out the image of his open-mouthed scream through the tight-stretched skin of her neck.