I glare at him, the mood swings kicking in, and finish the potatoes. "You try being prego with two people inside you," I mutter, moving the salad infront of me.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
And on the pedestal these words appear:/'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings;/Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'/Nothing beside remains. — Percy Bysshe Shelley