How Babies are Born

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Crawls into my dress. 
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1NC0VxqHVpzrOOe2e2gYscvQ6sFA_sZWS

(muffled) I’m a baby. Kick kick. (Squirms around) kick kick! Hey! Is that your bra?

https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1SFUq4xPcxiP0vYdyIo0PPiRteBFX7Bjl

I’m a baby in your pouch. (Busts out of the bottom of my dress)

Pop! I’m out!!! 

And that, folks, is how babies are born. 

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