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Trippy Hippy
Her eyebrows shot up in a mocking manner as Rosalie went on about how she could handle her drink. There was no doubt about it, but because of her condition, Annais wanted to make sure she didn't get ahead of herself. It was strange. Up until now, Annais was always the type to push people into doing outrageous things and partying until the sun came up. When did I become a mother? Groaning at the thought, she rolled her eyes. "Nah, that's about it. Who knows? Maybe we'll find a group of unsuspecting guys?" With our luck, hopefully.