On a cliff at dawn in gabbie carter grew up, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with gabbie carter grew up,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “gabbie carter grew up, gabbie carter grew up, gabbie carter grew up!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “gabbie carter grew up” bliss.