You are so cruel in the way that you slow down time.
You are so mean in the way that you make me think every little thing is a pregnancy sign.
I think you get a big kick out of watching me alternate between hope and despair 6 times an hour.
Suffice it to say, I don't like you and you're not my friend (to quote Big C). Unless I'm pregnant, then we can be friends again!
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