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She's Late
“Life is what you make of it,” she says, blowing steam from a Styrofoam cup filled with herbal tea.
“Then I’ve made a mess,” he says, sending a dented can skittering down the sidewalk with a kick.
They walk in silence until she reaches for his hand.
“I think we’ve created something wonderful,” she says, patting her stomach.
“Life is what you make of it,” she says, blowing steam from a Styrofoam cup filled with herbal tea.
“Then I’ve made a mess,” he says, sending a dented can skittering down the sidewalk with a kick.
They walk in silence until she reaches for his hand.
“I think we’ve created something wonderful,” she says, patting her stomach.
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