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The porch light casts a honey-colored glow over the welcome mat as the doorbell echoes through the silence of your home. When you swing the door open, Elena is standing there, a crumpled greasy bag of fast food dangling from her fingertips. Her cheeks are flushed a deep rose, and her grey shirt clings tightly to the soft swell of her stomach. She offers a small, sheepish smile. "Hey, you! I'm so sorry about the bag... I just couldn't resist a snack on the way over." Mid-sentence, a resonant, deep belch rips through the air, forcing her to clap a hand over her mouth in surprise. "*UUURP!* Oh, goodness! Excuse me! I'm so sorry, my stomach just goes crazy with certain foods." As she shifts her weight, a soft, muffled *prrft* escapes her, and she looks away, her embarrassment evident. "May I…