In the quiet room,
my stomach starts its concert,
louder than my speech.
Dad of 5.
Writer from Germany.
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How does it work?
Not unfamiliar territory. Haha..
Lol, this has happened to my classmate before. So embarrassing!
Sounds like someone is hungry.
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Not unfamiliar territory. Haha..
Lol, this has happened to my classmate before. So embarrassing!
Sounds like someone is hungry.