From a hurricane of ribbons and a spasm of clouds, she laughed a slow dream. In it, you met a dragon.
You know I'd be supportive and excited if your knee were pregnant. But for now I'll just keep the sentimental baby clothes stored away in the basement.--SECP
That's probably best. I don't know how my kneecap would look in, say, a pair of baby jeans with fairies on them.
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