Granted. You're pregnant! No more periods for nine months. And you give birth to quintuplets. All boys, mysteriously identical to Haz.
I wish my cold where dead and gone. And the day warmer.
"There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of either merit or sense." Elizabeth Bennet
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