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etorted angrily that it was her bore the blame. After all, it
was his belly who had made this “thing”. Not mine. With a
little application, it would have done better baby! Furious,
she sent waltzing the duvet and said they had always knew
that there was one chance in billions that it works. One
chance in billions also be find the “real” grieved me to
myself.
She too was taken aback but it should not forgetting that
this child was ours, derived from the genes and mine. Why
would it not later someone good?
- It is perhaps the blind so that it has really the same
opportunities and the same talent as the other, chuckled to
myself. Mustard went up in the face of Rose. After all, it was
his son and we were talking, like any mother, she defend
tooth and nail. I never saw her as furious. In bulk, it gave me
all sorts of old resentment at the figure. She blamed my
lack of initiative, my perpetual submission to Raoul, my lack
of character, my inability to keep my mother and my brother
to invade our apartment for a hat not they invited each other
without warning to dinner, without worrying about if it had
had time to go shopping and never bring flowers, stingy!
I replied that she was not in any case if fine stove than that,
she was so absorbed in his work astronomer that was just
if it was responsible for her dear Freddy junior then, after
all, she was the mother.