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"What the fuck?" I yell when I
manage to straighten myself up.
“Baby, it’s not what you think.”
“Fuck off. Shut the fuck up,
Cohen...”
I'm dizzy. My head hurts. "Is that
his?" I screech, pointing at the woman’s
swollen belly. She looks at me, her head
tilted to the side, almost amused,
triumphant. She's beautiful, glamorously
pregnant. A little hard around the edges.
