EXCERPT FROM BOOK TWO:
"SOME PEOPLE POOP SOMETIMES"
Morning coffee is the TRICK!
I drink it.
It's warm.
And then...
My intestines flow.
At least for the last TWO DAYS
In a row!
I have no idea if this good streak will continue but I will take these last days of evacuation as nothing more than WONDERMENT! I feel so good. I just want to prance!
Me, Henrietta, wants to prance about like the pony I was always meant to be.
I can't believe there is life past constant cramping, bloating, stomach turning, can't get out of bed, too tired to move pain.
There is more to this world. I know it now. And Henri's hungry for that pony!
Ooh, that sounds bad.
You know what?! I don't care!
I'm a prancing pony. I'm a prancing pony. I'm a prancing pony!
"SOME PEOPLE POOP SOMETIMES"
Morning coffee is the TRICK!
I drink it.
It's warm.
And then...
My intestines flow.
At least for the last TWO DAYS
In a row!
I have no idea if this good streak will continue but I will take these last days of evacuation as nothing more than WONDERMENT! I feel so good. I just want to prance!
Me, Henrietta, wants to prance about like the pony I was always meant to be.
I can't believe there is life past constant cramping, bloating, stomach turning, can't get out of bed, too tired to move pain.
There is more to this world. I know it now. And Henri's hungry for that pony!
Ooh, that sounds bad.
You know what?! I don't care!
I'm a prancing pony. I'm a prancing pony. I'm a prancing pony!
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