I think there's another person inside me.

And I don't want to murder it, like he does.
How could he not already love the life that's growing there, like I?

We are babies ourselves.
Perhaps the life I'll give will take care of us and help us grow up, into the adults we're supposed to be?

It's not even definite. I'll find out next weekend...

All I know is, I'll be devastated if I am... And heartbroken if I'm not.

If I end up devastated... Whose life do I sacrifice?
Mine, or yours?

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