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On a weathered wooden bench sits a blonde woman dressed in comfortable clothing. Her hands are stained with ink and smeared with pencil leavings. Next to her is a bag with art supplies sticking out and she's hunched over slightly. For most this might hide the bulge in the long sleeved shirt she's wearing right now.
"I imagine there are quite a few parents in the Nexus. I'm curious to know something. What would you give up for your children? Also what have you been forced to give up? Would you agree that everything involved is worth it, in the end?"
"I imagine there are quite a few parents in the Nexus. I'm curious to know something. What would you give up for your children? Also what have you been forced to give up? Would you agree that everything involved is worth it, in the end?"