Closet
By Noelle Leithe
noelleleithe@yahoo.com

100 words of Scully. R for language, vague spoilers through early 
Season 9.

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Dammit. I swear this shirt fit day before yesterday.

Stick another one in the back of the closet until I'm done breast-
feeding, I suppose. If this keeps up, the only shirts I'll be able 
to wear will be Mulder's, and he's kind of busy using them.

I guess. Somewhere.

Dammit. I finally break into a C cup, and he's not even around to 
enjoy it.

I can almost hear what he'd say. Some crack about coconuts, or 
double handfuls.

I should take pictures. Only I wouldn't know where to send them.

Dammit. I swore I wouldn't cry.

Fucking hormones.

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