Your mum comes into view, as she leans over the railings over your crib. You just sit there, your fat bunched up uncomfatably, as your rolls press awkwardly against the sides. Your fat cheeks and chubby lips force you to pout as your mother makes faces at you. "Is my ickle baby ready for the day! Is he? Yes he is, yes he is!" she says nuzzling your face with her nose. Your mother herself is...
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