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"Why are you so gloomy?" I asked Jack as we headed out of the pub. I had drunk my two-pint limit, while my classmates had quite a bit more. Clyde, by this point, was talking straight nonsense. Since being in the company of people who are drunker than you isn't much fun, I tugged at Jack's sleeve, and he eagerly left (he didn't drink at all).
I did leave him alone after I introduced him, but my classmates were fairly nice people. Besides, Jack could handle himself.
"Do you not want any kids?" he asked.
Oh, so that was what was bothering him.
This certainly wasn't a conversation I should be having with two pints of beer on me.
"Not until I reach my goals," I said. "You understand it would be difficult to be an alchemist and a mother, right? I want to wait until I am rich and I have
