#74753 - In the simple times, the thoughts that breached our realm of ideas were of pure things: light, love, sadness and longing. He wrapped his hands around her throat, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a fervency. My curvaceous profile of maternity turned to something as lithe and flexible as the morals of my newfound form.
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