Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what few precious gifts they would ever get. She cried for Bailey, for Tibby, for the resolute clump of cells making headway in her uterus, and for Marly, her poor, sad mother, who'd missed everything.
Ann BrasharesTag: mother left missed cried leavers precious-gifts uterus
my baby, I think that "uterus" is blind! how can it expel you!
أحمد عمارةTag: humor love how blindness uterus
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