Well, maybe there shouldn't be so many deadbeat, neglectful wayward bastards who propose, leave you at the alter, and beg and beg and beg for you to take them back, and when you've lost every tiny bit of self-respect you HAVE, they decide to start ignoring you--and staying long nights with that pretty secretary--until you're finally turning into a planet with THEIR BABY.
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...GOD.
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God.
Bastard.
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It's your BABY.
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