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On Siegfied's third day of motherhood, he sat, trembling, on the corner of his b

ed. No one had told him it would be this hard. He didn't know what post-partum d
epression was at that moment, but he had an extraordinarly bad case of it.
He dreamt of drowning the baby. He dreamt of giving it away to some vile witch w
ho would boil it in her potion. He dreamt of ringing it with daisies and singing
it a happy song until it finally fell asleep.
...wait, that last one sounded a bit off. Did Siegfried really not have post-par
tum depression? No, my dear reader, you see, this particular strain of daises at
tracts wasps with a deadly poison content in their stingers.
On Siegfied's third day of motherhood, he sat, trembling, on the corner of his b
ed. No one had told him it would be this hard. He didn't know what post-partum d
epression was at that moment, but he had an extraordinarly bad case of it.
He dreamt of drowning the baby. He dreamt of giving it away to some vile witch w
ho would boil it in her potion. He dreamt of ringing it with daisies and singing
it a happy song until it finally fell asleep.
...wait, that last one sounded a bit off. Did Siegfried really not have post-par
tum depression? No, my dear reader, you see, this particular strain of daises at
tracts wasps with a deadly poison content in their stingers.
On Siegfied's third day of motherhood, he sat, trembling, on the corner of his b
ed. No one had told him it would be this hard. He didn't know what post-partum d
epression was at that moment, but he had an extraordinarly bad case of it.
He dreamt of drowning the baby. He dreamt of giving it away to some vile witch w
ho would boil it in her potion. He dreamt of ringing it with daisies and singing
it a happy song until it finally fell asleep.
...wait, that last one sounded a bit off. Did Siegfried really not have post-par
tum depression? No, my dear reader, you see, this particular strain of daises at
tracts wasps with a deadly poison content in their stingers.
On Siegfied's third day of motherhood, he sat, trembling, on the corner of his b
ed. No one had told him it would be this hard. He didn't know what post-partum d
epression was at that moment, but he had an extraordinarly bad case of it.
He dreamt of drowning the baby. He dreamt of giving it away to some vile witch w
ho would boil it in her potion. He dreamt of ringing it with daisies and singing
it a happy song until it finally fell asleep.
...wait, that last one sounded a bit off. Did Siegfried really not have post-par
tum depression? No, my dear reader, you see, this particular strain of daises at
tracts wasps with a deadly poison content in their stingers.
On Siegfied's third day of motherhood, he sat, trembling, on the corner of his b
ed. No one had told him it would be this hard. He didn't know what post-partum d
epression was at that moment, but he had an extraordinarly bad case of it.
He dreamt of drowning the baby. He dreamt of giving it away to some vile witch w
ho would boil it in her potion. He dreamt of ringing it with daisies and singing
it a happy song until it finally fell asleep.
...wait, that last one sounded a bit off. Did Siegfried really not have post-par
tum depression? No, my dear reader, you see, this particular strain of daises at
tracts wasps with a deadly poison content in their stingers.
On Siegfied's third day of motherhood, he sat, trembling, on the corner of his b
ed. No one had told him it would be this hard. He didn't know what post-partum d
epression was at that moment, but he had an extraordinarly bad case of it.

He dreamt of drowning the baby. He dreamt of giving it away to some vile witch w
ho would boil it in her potion. He dreamt of ringing it with daisies and singing
it a happy song until it finally fell asleep.
...wait, that last one sounded a bit off. Did Siegfried really not have post-par
tum depression? No, my dear reader, you see, this particular strain of daises at
tracts wasps with a deadly poison content in their stingers.
On Siegfied's third day of motherhood, he sat, trembling, on the corner of his b
ed. No one had told him it would be this hard. He didn't know what post-partum d
epression was at that moment, but he had an extraordinarly bad case of it.
He dreamt of drowning the baby. He dreamt of giving it away to some vile witch w
ho would boil it in her potion. He dreamt of ringing it with daisies and singing
it a happy song until it finally fell asleep.
...wait, that last one sounded a bit off. Did Siegfried really not have post-par
tum depression? No, my dear reader, you see, this particular strain of daises at
tracts wasps with a deadly poison content in their stingers.
On Siegfied's third day of motherhood, he sat, trembling, on the corner of his b
ed. No one had told him it would be this hard. He didn't know what post-partum d
epression was at that moment, but he had an extraordinarly bad case of it.
He dreamt of drowning the baby. He dreamt of giving it away to some vile witch w
ho would boil it in her potion. He dreamt of ringing it with daisies and singing
it a happy song until it finally fell asleep.
...wait, that last one sounded a bit off. Did Siegfried really not have post-par
tum depression? No, my dear reader, you see, this particular strain of daises at
tracts wasps with a deadly poison content in their stingers.
On Siegfied's third day of motherhood, he sat, trembling, on the corner of his b
ed. No one had told him it would be this hard. He didn't know what post-partum d
epression was at that moment, but he had an extraordinarly bad case of it.
He dreamt of drowning the baby. He dreamt of giving it away to some vile witch w
ho would boil it in her potion. He dreamt of ringing it with daisies and singing
it a happy song until it finally fell asleep.
...wait, that last one sounded a bit off. Did Siegfried really not have post-par
tum depression? No, my dear reader, you see, this particular strain of daises at
tracts wasps with a deadly poison content in their stingers.vOn Siegfied's third
day of motherhood, he sat, trembling, on the corner of his bed. No one had told
him it would be this hard. He didn't know what post-partum depression was at th
at moment, but he had an extraordinarly bad case of it.
He dreamt of drowning the baby. He dreamt of giving it away to some vile witch w
ho would boil it in her potion. He dreamt of ringing it with daisies and singing
it a happy song until it finally fell asleep.
...wait, that last one sounded a bit off. Did Siegfried really not have post-par
tum depression? No, my dear reader, you see, this particular strain of daises at
tracts wasps with a deadly poison content in their stingers.
On Siegfied's third day of motherhood, he sat, trembling, on the corner of his b
ed. No one had told him it would be this hard. He didn't know what post-partum d
epression was at that moment, but he had an extraordinarly bad case of it.
He dreamt of drowning the baby. He dreamt of giving it away to some vile witch w
ho would boil it in her potion. He dreamt of ringing it with daisies and singing

it a happy song until it finally fell asleep.


...wait, that last one sounded a bit off. Did Siegfried really not have post-par
tum depression? No, my dear reader, you see, this particular strain of daises at
tracts wasps with a deadly poison content in their stingers.
On Siegfied's third day of motherhood, he sat, trembling, on the corner of his b
ed. No one had told him it would be this hard. He didn't know what post-partum d
epression was at that moment, but he had an extraordinarly bad case of it.
He dreamt of drowning the baby. He dreamt of giving it away to some vile witch w
ho would boil it in her potion. He dreamt of ringing it with daisies and singing
it a happy song until it finally fell asleep.
...wait, that last one sounded a bit off. Did Siegfried really not have post-par
tum depression? No, my dear reader, you see, this particular strain of daises at
tracts wasps with a deadly poison content in their stingers.

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