And no one says anything when they walk by.
No, it's not slices of watermelon. It's not cubes of watermelon. There's a half of a watermelon fighting with my in-utero fetus to dominate my lap space.
with ghost writing by Lyric Stiles McCarthy
No, it's not slices of watermelon. It's not cubes of watermelon. There's a half of a watermelon fighting with my in-utero fetus to dominate my lap space.
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