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Tori Elliott
I realized I shouldn’t have told the ladies from work that I was going to visit a sperm bank the second it came out of my mouth. I watched all of their faces shift from shock to pity to blatant judgment and then I couldn’t seem to backtrack. Smooth, Tori.
“Well, who knows if I can even get pregnant? My dickbag ex-fiance and I could never get pregnant and now I’m sort of glad we didn’t try invitro. I just don’t want to be 40, single, and childless, ya know?” I looked around, grasping at the straws of my dignity.
A few of them looked sympathetically at me but, like a well-oiled machine, they all started glancing around at the room or snuck a peek at their smartphones. Way to scare everyone off, Birthday Girl. I rolled my eyes at myself and lifted my champagne glass to my l
