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the horror. . . the horror. . . . [2nd trimester] 2.1
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If you think your email about how misguided or immature or selfish or wrong-minded or vapid or stupid or short-sighted I am is going to make me see the light, think again. Consider, perhaps, that your opinion might not be the only and best one out there. That maybe I've actually put a little thought into this. And that my choices don't diminish yours (and if they do, yikes for you). Have all the babies you want. Just leave me out of it. |
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And then, when I was just starting to get used to the three of them,
blonde and swollen and smiling, then Grace (co-worker's wife, an uberfrau)
morphs into one of them, too. And it starts to feel like the Village of
the Damned or Night of the Living Dead or something. But Grace isn't in
the office much, and Lisa's on her second, so she's not as giddy and Earth
Mother seeming as Beth Ann and Liz were. She seems way more realistic.
So I readjust, and keep taking my pills, and 
