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When I was younger, maybe junior high, I got roped into watching my 3 month old niece while my sister got her hair done. So when there i am, sitting in the waiting area of a hair salon with my niece and who walks in but Patrick Stewart.
I was nervous as ♥♥♥♥, and just kept looking at him, as he read a magazine and waited, but didn't know what to say. Pretty soon though my niece started crying, and I'm trying to quiet her down because I didn't want her to bother Patrick, but she wouldn't stop. Pretty soon he gets up and walks over. He started running his hands through her hair and asking what was wrong. I replied that she was probably hungry or something. So, Patrick put down his magazine, picked up my niece and lifted his shirt. He breast fed her right there in the middle of a hair salon. Chill guy, really nice about it.

*i push you to the ground* *you are held there by two surly oompa loompas*

. Yes. Wiggling. Tapeworm diet. Feel their writhing. There are hundreds of them. I’ve never been thinner thanks to their appetite. These numerous tapeworms aren’t here just to make me look svelte and trim. Yes, I swallowed and cultivated these hundreds of tapeworms because I love being a mother, feeding them and feeling them squirm. Though my face is gaunt, and my arms and legs are lean, my stomach is delightfully swollen and plump with tapeworms weaving in and out of one another and through my intestines and bowels. They writhe and tickle me from the inside, deep inside, deep within my body and I can’t help but feel a motherly sort of love for all my little wormies as I waddle through the streets with my distended stomach, lumpy and alive, exposed for all to see to find a new restaurant for feeding.

Solve my riddle

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