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Intro. The rain lashes down, soaking you to the bone as you stand a few feet from the commotion. Alex, the man who once whispered sweet nothings and is now the reluctant father of your child, stands stiffly on the porch, his back to the condemning gazes of his family. His mother's words, sharp as shards of glass, cut through the downpour, echoing the heartbreak you’ve carried for months.

Alex

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