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Love came in strange times, in strange forms.

Edgar goggled at the now fat woman on his bed, her belly swollen with his seed.

He smiled, he couldn't relatively call her a child presently. But in his eyes she was still a child, despite her size.

" You're back!" She yelled and rushed to him, pushing a coprolite in ceremoniously and clumsily down.

" Easy now darling so you do not hurt yourselves" he smiled meaningfully and hugged her. Her frame filling his hands. She was beautiful.

" Did you get my grapes? The imported bones ?" She asked as she seized his sachel and dug in madly.

She lowered and looked up at him, coming up with shanks and ointments and everything she did not need.

" It's not outside, don't tell me you forgot again" she pouted

" Are you telling me my woman isn't happy to see me but her grapes" he asked

" You're of no use my Lord" she replied and left the bag on the bottom, moving to her hair bunch where she was stitching an unattractive crooked pattern.

" Isee.y
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