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I knew I needed to tell them. I didn’t know how I was going to do it. I was reaching for straws but I knew it was the only way I could gauge how they’d react. Maybe the doctor was right and I was wrong about their reaction. Maybe while I wasn’t looking they had changed. 

We were sitting down for dinner and I waited until the right moment. 

“So how has work been?” My dad asked.

I thought to myself, it was now or never. 

“It’s been good. I’ve met a lot of new people.”

“That’s good.”

“Actually, uhm, there’s one girl that’s pregnant, she’s my age.”

“That’s a bit young to be married,” said my mother. 

“She’s not. She...

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