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Abby Manning ([info]abbychase) wrote in [info]genome_project,
@ 2012-06-18 00:57:00
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Who: Abby Manning and Caleb West, with an appearance of Carter Manning
What: Walking through the Farmers Market
Where: Union Square
When: Sunday @ 1pm
Status: Complete


"Just keep kicking, just keep kicking," Abby hummed to herself, mocking the little fish from Finding Nemo. It was about the time that the baby was always kicking around, running a never ending marathon. It hurt every once in a while when the baby kicked a little too hard or in the wrong spot but by now, Abby was used to it after so many months of the same routine.

Today, she had decided to take a trip down to the farmer's market in Union Square. It was a crowd pleaser and they had relatively cheap, organic produce that she liked. Carter had come along but he was off some where either on his phone or looking at something she wasn't interested in. Abby wasn't too worried about losing him in the huge crowd - she could always text him if something went wrong or if she really needed him.

Abby was eyeing a stand that had rows upon rows of strawberries when a sharp pain shot through her. It felt like someone had just stabbed her in the back. The bag she had full of fresh produce dropped to the ground and she clutched her stomach with one hand, her other hand bracing herself against the table with the strawberries on it. She had bumped into a few people with her baby bump when she so abruptly doubled over and one of them turned to see why they'd been shoved by her. "Are you okay, ma'am?"


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