She grips my arm, hard; her face boiling with emotional agony. “Do you not understand how inhumane it is to do this? What sort of creature, what type of animal does this? How can you take something so innocent, so pure, and destroy it so thoroughly? And I thought you were such a great guy…”
Tears stream down her face, cheeks drenched. Her lips curl like they’re in pain. She’s doubled over and I stand helplessly staring, trying to understand.
“I thought you liked poached eggs?”
Which brings on more crying. “Eggs!”
She’s taking fertility drugs. Do they ever suck.
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