novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- back and forth A friend is pregnant. She is seriously considering having the baby. She is twenty-seven, makes ten dollars an hour, and has almost accumulated enough credits at the local community college to transfer to a state school. I could do it, she says to me, among other things, when I drive her to pick up food during a sudden Ethiopian Craving. It would be my mom's first grandchild. She would pour love over that thing. I want a little girl. I want a little me. Because if I'm gonna do this shit by myself, I better like who I'm doing it for, right? She does not look at me when she is speaking. Her eyes are overly large and cause acquaintances to think her almost half her age. 4:17 pm - 09.17.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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