The first 44 lines.
Oh, yeah, my daughter has the same thing.
Hey. Hey, bud.
Hey, get out of there. No, come on.
- Lights were on. - Yeah, I'm about to go to bed.
Nabbed this from the walk-in.
- I already have eggs. - Oh, you'll go through 'em.
Ginger ale. It's good for nausea.
You're not still smoking?
Um, no, I... I forgot those were there.
Yeah, you gotta rid of this stuff.
I did. I... I am.
Ty, what are you doing here?
You stopped answering my texts.
Well, I've been kinda busy.
You find a job yet?
What are you, a fucking social worker?
You know why I cook?
It's a mobile skill.
People always need cooks.
So, when shit gets tough, I can just... pick up and move.
You know, I'm always running.
Never willing to man the fuck up, or whatever.
But when I found out about this, I just...
I don't wanna run anymore.
Ty, don't.
I really like you.
And I care about this baby, I really do.
No, this is just too weird.
Why? What's weird?
'Cause, we were friends a couple months ago,
and then, we started hooking up, and...
That was whatever, but now...
I'm carrying your baby, and it's just weird.
And I just need some time to...
get used to it.
Yeah, all right.
You know, text me, or call me, or... whatever.
Oh my God. Please stop.
Please stop. Stop.
So, how is the pain now?
It's gone.
Um... I was just scared.
Of course, it's very scary, all these changes in your body.
This is the hardest part.
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