Fat Baby

I’m hitting my chest very hard at the moment. Earlier, at Leftwing Idiot’s, he’d been holding my hands to stop me doing it, but then he’d needed the loo and was worried I’d hurt myself while he was out of the room. His solution was to shove a load of cushions up my jumper.

As he walked out of the door I said, “I’m a fat baby.”

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