Walked into
a smelly room where a child sat with a concerned look on her face and shit on
her hands. Poop, she said. Indeed, I said.
We think she might have thing with eggs. Like, as in maybe she shouldn’t eat them. We’re going to try that.
We think she might have thing with eggs. Like, as in maybe she shouldn’t eat them. We’re going to try that.
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