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He looked over at her, regret on his face before he grinned. "Thank the Lord, didn't think i'd not have a kid." |
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She smiled softly " maybe we should start taking more safety measures, like condoms" she said |
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"Yeah... probably should." He chuckled |
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She threw the test away, deep down she didn't kind of was hoping she was pregnant because she had gone to a doctor before and he said it was gonna be hard for Amy to have kids |
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Marco headed outside, tacking up Puma. |
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Amy stayed inside and cried, she thought maybe it was her fault she wasn't pregnant, her and that damn PCOS |
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Marco hopped on Puma, the two loping around. |
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Amy soon went out to ambers stall, Amy's eyes were red And puffy from crying |
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Marco cooled out his mare, oblivious. |
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Amy stayed in ambers stall, Amy was sittin on the ground and amber was nuzzling amy |
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Windy with Flurries
