thirty eight
By the time two hours had passed, we had already told Diana and the rest of the family I was pregnant. They were all happy for us and Diana tried to feed me a lot of food, but I wasn't in the mood to celebrate. I should be at home now relaxing with my family, dreaming about my amazing violent free future with my kid but I can't and it's because I know that won't happen. I'm going to prison; my child will be born in prison and will spend almost the first year of their life in prison. I don't want that, I really don't. He or she will be young so maybe she won't remember, if we don't tell the baby then he will never know. We could keep this a secret, maybe he wouldn't have to know what a bad person I am. "What you are thinking about?" Ryder asked. We were now lying in our bed, this would be
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