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Submitted to Contest #105
When Miranda first got pregnant, she wasn’t thrilled. “Oh my God, I don’t want to have a kid!” she recalled thinking, shrieking. “What the heck am I doing?” Miranda was thirty-four and had been married to Jeff for six years. “I was just on the cusp of being an ancient person in terms of having a baby,” she deadpanned. “In the medical world, I was legitimately dead already.” We hadn’t spoken in over twenty years, but Miranda was still the fireball of sarcastic hilarity that I remembered from high school. We were in a grrrl band toget...
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