Saving Amy

lovnbowser Ring-ring, ring-ring, ring-ring, ring-ring. Damn incessant phone, thought Amy as she pushed her body up from the chair to answer the device. Waddling en route to the phone, she again wondered why she forgot to have Edward move the phone and its charger to the end table adjacent the chair in which she spent most of the day. Six-months pregnant, she had a nice big tummy now. “Hello,” she answered. “Hey Girl! How the hell are you? I just

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