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On the night before her wedding, she cut out her own womb, and died.
2
She had, after all, eaten two of their brothers, living, fresh and wet from her own womb.
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And when strong tempest ariseth, while his whelps are tender and young, he swalloweth them up into his own womb.
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Regardless, the doctor continued, I had the best kind of infertility, because I could still carry a child in my own womb.
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With my very own womb...
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You are mine as if you came from my own womb and I am yours, though we cannot see each other for a long time.