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It’s been a year since we were together. A year since you left me, or I left you. What does it matter? And suddenly here you are in front of me, smiling, radiant, pregnant. And there’s me, who thought he was cured of you.
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1998-01-01
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12 min
It’s been a year since we were together. A year since you left me, or I left you. What does it matter? And suddenly here you are in front of me, smiling, radiant, pregnant. And there’s me, who thought he was cured of you.
