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at anyone who said I was glowing.
“I am not glowing,” I snapped at Damen one morning when he smiled at me over breakfast. “I am sweating.”
“You are beautiful.”
“I am round.”
“You are carrying my son.”
“That is not an argument.”
“It is my only one.”
I threw a napkin at him.
He caught it, because of course he did.
Two weeks before my due date, the baby decided continue reading …
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