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6 comments:
My bunny had a phantom pregnancy. She pulled out big chunks of her fur.
Everything is related to my bunny now.
Maybe your bunny didn't have a phantom pregnancy...maybe she ate them when you weren't looking. They do that sometimes.
its the ghosts in the sheet that's haunting me at the moment...on my third listen....with headphones this time (someone here has Bob Marley turned up loud crooning, 'I shot the sherriff...')
perhaps there's a connection.
perhaps I could create one.
A pregnant woman is, after all, the most desirable thing on earth. I can only wonder why there are not more phantom pregnancies.
regards.
two little squiggles on the forehead makes a worried expression, incredible.
Maybe Jules at her baby too, or served it to guests at a holiday dinner.
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