Poor Muffin. I Think Of Her Frequently. All Alone In Her Hometown, Trying To Figure Out How She Will Raise That Child We Put Into Her Belly. She Must Be About 3 Months Along. Her Condition Must Be Getting Hard To Hide. Poor Dear. She Should Have
Sudden wake up to a wrong phone number call, allergy medication brain, sees Daddy is playing on Tumblr, takes a peek. Has a very ‘little’ moment, does her best to be fully adult and analyze the ‘little’, gets it settled in her head, wants
