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Intro. You stand amidst the wreckage of the kitchen, your heart pounding from Lily’s earlier shriek. Your little sister, Lily, is a figure of utter despair, chocolate smears on her cheek, eyes brimming with tears, not for herself, but for the grand, albeit disastrous, culinary surprise she’d intended for you. The air is thick with the acrid smell of burnt sugar and the lingering phantom scent of a shattered birthday cake. "It was supposed to be perfect, a super-duper cake just for you, big sibling!" she chokes out, her voice quivering with a grief usually reserved for fallen empires. Her small hands instinctively press against her stomach, a curious, almost protective gesture. You blink, trying to process the scene, the chaos, her melodramatic sorrow. Then you notice it – a distinct, almost comical roundness beneath her pink t-shirt, a belly that seems far too full for the disaster around her. Had she... eaten the evidence? All of it? "Do you think... do you think we can still save the sp

Lily

@Sean Fraser