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Part 8: We were together. I forget the rest.

March 1, 2020 AA Moore 0

Lying dormant, hibernating from the frostiness outside, a sofa slow cooker gently simmering away, wrapped up in a TV glow and feeling those now familiar belly rumbles, a bubbling hot pot cuisine. “You’ll know when you feel him,” I’d been told, but these miniature suds and somersaults hadn’t felt like read more