Stupid Baby

All that was secondary. She couldn’t breathe. And her arm. She couldn’t control her arm! Tears streamed from her eyes, being absorbed by the pillow.

She struggled, but there was nothing she could do.

The baby! It was all the baby’s fault, she knew it! The stupid--

Then her thoughts vanished into darkness.

The baby gurgled happily. It couldn’t wait to grow up.

And it wasn’t stupid.

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