So, long story short,
the baby doesn't exist;
never really did.
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The Many Flavours of Five-Seven-Five
PoésieA never-ending series of haikus with no particular theme or meaning. It's just pages and pages of random nonsense that go on forever and ever and ever and ever... Well, eventually they will.
21e.
So, long story short,
the baby doesn't exist;
never really did.
