This isn__ how things were supposed to happen. I was supposed to be me. Not this.
You know that euphemism, she__ expecting? It__ apt. The birth of a baby, so long as it__ healthy, is something to look forward to. It__ a good thing, a big, good, huge event. And from thereon in, every good things, too,_ I added hurriedly, __ut also, you know, first steps, first dates, first places in sack races. Kids, they graduate, they marry, they have kids themselves- in a way, you get to do everything twice. Even if our kid had problems,_ I supposed idiotically, __t least they wouldn__ be our same old problems... _ (22)
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You know that euphemism, she__ expecting? It__ apt. The birth of a baby, so long as it__ healthy, is something to look forward to. It__ a good thing, a big, good, huge event. And from thereon in, every good things, too,_ I added hurriedly, __ut also, you know, first steps, first dates, first places in sack races. Kids, they graduate, they marry, they have kids themselves- in a way, you get to do everything twice. Even if our kid had problems,_ I supposed idiotically, __t least they wouldn__ be our same old problems... _ (22)
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