Of course I'd like children. But I have to get over my impression that being pregnant is like popping corn. You expand and expand until you pop.
I turned down dates because I dreaded sitting in front of a plateful of food.
I'm no sexual siren. I see prettier girls than me in the grocery store every day.
I couldn't be as charming as my mother or as smart as my father. So I decided to be bad.
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