OMG it’s PMS
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When I declined my son’s invitation to go for a bike ride, he asked if I was sick. The fact that I was doubled over, holding my midriff muttering to myself probably gave him that idea
When I declined my son’s invitation to go for a bike ride, he asked if I was sick. The fact that I was doubled over, holding my midriff muttering to myself probably gave him that idea
