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there is another woman having a baby in the office.
there's blood all over the carpet
hairy mouth vomiting another life into the world
[another life already trapped in an office - carried in, deposited and left to rot there.]
another life started in a puddle of blood and usless tissue
people cook and eat the placentas. it's rich and full of nutrients, which makes perfect sence. after all, the yolks are the best bits of the eggs.
but all that aside, there is another preggers tart in the office.
what is it about this place?
when i first started in the other office, they were poping out all over the place.
and here too, theyre dropping like flies, an office filled with open legged, mountianous bellied women all screaming in pain and gushing blood pumping from their cunts.
carpet sticking to my shoes as i leave a trail of bloody footprints down the corridor, the soft slurping sound as my soles leave the soaked surface, the quiet wet squelch as i place my weight back down.
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