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arsen: i dont know what i was thinking, okay? i really don’t. i thought making you dinner to surprise you would be a great idea, but you ended up getting pissed off and kicking me out of the house. this isnt a joke, jasper. im not trying to be funny. it’s rare, but it happens. i’m pregnant jasper and it’s yours. i’ve felt sick for days, you know that. so i finally went to the doctor. i didnt ask you to come with me because i was scared it was going to be something super bad, but, i mean..we’re bringing a child into this world, jas. a child. our child. and i need this baby to feel so loved. you can call me a freak, okay? i don’t care. it’s pretty much true anyways. i’m weird and gross and now i’m fucking pregnant. i’m a loser freak who has such a fucked up body that it can’t even function as an anatomically correct male. i’m fucked up, okay, jas? i know this. but, i need you. we need you. this child and i need you and if you cant see it…if you cant let me back into the house and if you’re going to keep ignoring me..i’m going to have to make the decision of abortion or giving the little one away after i give birth. i can’t bring a child into this world if it’s father doesn’t love it. i can’t do it. i know what it’s like, jas. to get $50 dollars and a “happy 8th” birthday card when you’re turning 11 because your father doesn’t want anything to do with you. if you cant accept me and love me like you have all these years before, then i think we should break off our engagement and stop seeing each other.
jasper: come home now
jasper: so we can talk
