Here you are, New Year's Day. Your belly is so big now, and I haven't even seen it yet. (What are you doing this weekend?) I had a dream last night that your belly was slim but strutting outward, like a torpedo. It was frightening and hideous; it reminded me of those 40's images of women's breasts, as if they could shoot straight out and give a dull jab to anyone meeting them. I need to see your new belly so I can erase the memory of this dream. Plus, I want to practice breathing like a huffy whale with you.
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