I don't know if I can wait until the baby is born. Every time I cough, I hear my own voice like a dying tin train.You don't need to look in the mirror to know how I look like a fiasco, especially with his youthful face.I asked him if I am ugly now, and he said, "Ugly, but I still like you, do you think I am also sick?"

Love is a disease.

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