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In Which the Witching Hour Comes and Departs

Submitted by Maddox Sinclaire on June 23, 2012 - 1:10pm

Maddox was lost in thought as she dozed in her rocking chair. As she stroked her slowly growing belly, she mused on what the baby would look like. She was interested to know what sex the petite trublion would be -- More especially whom her petite would take after the most.