My love, I have such terrible morning sickness that I don't even know what to eat. Perhaps, the baby in my tummy wasn't happy about the breakfast, look at the way the it's kicking. Put your hand here. Do you fell it? I would like to eat something good, hearty, kind of sweet and sourish. Can you make me a snack? My back hurts, I'll go sit on the couch. I'll tuck myself in, put on a movie and you'll spoil me a bit. My God, what's that? Salad and barbecue? No way! No, honey. Do you want me to puke? Spread me some Oreos with fishroe salad. The whole pack.
(Translated by Iulia-Teodora Urea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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