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With every bite—the swell of her stomach grew. Her belly pushed outward, & alive with movement. The tiny beings within her—began to stir. At first, it was a flutter. Then, a riot. Small fists punched from the inside, tiny voices echoing like windchimes in a storm. “Let us out!” “Too tight!” “She’s still feeding!” The tiny humans had no where to escape & started to lose faith before being digested.