“Alright fellas, the show’s over. I hope that you thoroughly enjoyed yourselves, but we’re going to make like a tree and leave,” I announced, hearing the chorus of their groans at my shitty pun. “You know,” Brynn said, her voice which had been so confident only a moment before suddenly changed. “I would love to go, but I don’t think I can.” “What do you mean, sweetness?” Dutch asked, confused. “Well, you see, I think my water just broke,” Brynn replied sheepishly, smoothing her dress out around her as she looked down at the puddle that she’d just made on the floor. “Oh shit,” several men in
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