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You're not suited to raise children.
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Raise them?
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Oh, honey, no, no, no.
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We're going to wait until they reach that perfect, adorable age--
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around a year, year and a half or so--
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and then we're going to smother them with hypoallergenic pillows.
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That way, they'll be cute forever.
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So much pain here.
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So much longing and regret.
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Fear.
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Sadness.
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Guilt.