Please

Dear only-possibly-there morula currently only-possibly drifting down my fallopian tube, do not fuck this up. Please. Please do not fuck this up. Don’t die. Don’t tank on me. If you’re there at all, stay.

Dear Cute Ute, should a blastocyst implant in you in the next week or so, do not kill it. Thank you.

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