''I wonna have a daughter with you.
One that looks like you too''.
And her heart said
'' How I would love this'',
even as her brain was screaming
''no way,
no fucking way,
I'm so over this baby producing thing!''
Screw you, brain.
A daughter of his.
You bet she wants that.
Yes, screw you brain
Hearts are always better councelors...
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