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We Both Gaze Down At My Swollen Tummy For A While. I Still Can't Quite Get My Head Round The Fact That There's A Baby Inside My Body. Which Has Got To Come Out... Somehow. Ok, Let's Not Go There. There's Still Time For Them To Invent Something.

You're So Narrow-minded! You Live In The Same Village You Grew Up In, You Run The Family Business, You're Buying A Nursery Down The Road... You're Practically Still In The Womb. So Before You Lecture Me On The Way To Live My Life, Try Living One Of Your Own, Ok?

You Panicked". Venetia's Voice Is Suddenly Throbbing, As Though She Can't Control A Long-buried Anger. "you Panicked, Luke, And We Lost The Best Relationship That We Had. Everyone Was Jealous Of Us At Cambridge, Everyone. We Were Perfect Together." We Weren't Perfect!" He Looks At Her Incredulously. "and I Didn't Panic---" You Did! You Couldn't Cope With The Commitment! It Frightened You!" It Did Not Frighten Me!" Luke Shouts, Exasperated. "it Made Me Realize You Weren't The Person I Wanted To Have Children With. Or Spend The Rest Of My Life With. Ever. And That's Why I Ended It!

Every Time I Mention Her, Magnus Says, "are You Two Getting Along?" In Raised, Hopeful Tones, Like We're Endangered Pandas Who Need To Make A Baby.

My Childhood Was Spent Embracing One Literary Heroine After Another. I Identified Passionately With Each One And Would Slavishly Imitate Them.