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Some pretty lyric goes here trallala
Liliana was full of pup now, how many she had she didn’t want to ask, her belly was so well rounded. She was tired all the time, and it felt like little legs were trying to disintegrate her organs inside, she was surprised she wasn’t bruised from the inside out. Though she was tired, she found herself doing odds and ends, she had to, she knew if she didn’t she would have a difficult birth, and that was not good, though her task today was proving much more difficult than normal. She felt cold. To the bone, her home was freezing and she needed wood in the fireplace, and there was none stocked outside. She found some extra wood already chopped in the stables, but it was too heavy for her alone to pick up. She had hooked Strawberry up to a cart outside just to wheel it over to her home, but she wasn’t sure how she was going to get the wood from in here to out there. Her belly was always in the way... it was hard for her to bend down, and the wood tended to be heavy.
The woman sat on the ground trying to figure out what to do. The horse outside was getting impatient nickering for her to hurry up with the job. Liliana needed more time to think in hopes that she could figure it out, though... now that her mind was on other things, she knew she was going to have a hard time getting up. She groaned into her hands wishing her pregnancy was over with and she would have her beautiful pups in her hands