Dear tenant (Grace),
I am writing to let you know that you are no longer welcome in my uterus. You have cooked long enough, and now it is time to move out. The wild dance parties you have been enjoying in my belly are starting to cause problems for me, my bladder is not a punching bag, and your head is really hurting my cervix. You can make you departure short and sweet (just a reminder: my belly button is not an exit). Thank you for your cooperation, I have a bed all set up for you in your new house.
Love, Mom
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