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Sounds like you’re the dumbass. How many wild oats have you spread?

Again, it’s Liv.

Hendrix

And I love Liv, but now you’ve got poopy diapers, no sleep, vomit. Babies carry disease… Always wrap it.

Next time I see you, you’d better run.

Zane

Hey, I’m proud of you, bro. You figured out where to put it.

It wasn’t that hard.

Hendrix

They make a pill for that.

Keep digging.

Logan

When are you moving home? You can’t miss the good stuff.

Jack

I haven’t talked to Rodney yet, but I will.

No worries. I’ve hit a snag here.

Logan

Jack knew? That hurts, G.

Jackwas approved by Liv. He’s helping me get a job, but who knew the owner is a superfan? He won’t let me go.

Logan

How can I help?

Is it possible to get canceled without any long-term effects?

Hendrix

Make direct eye contact. Say what you want.

Thanks, Yoda. I never tried that.

Jack

Don’t do anything hasty. Let’s brainstorm.

Zane

It’ll work out. Somehow it always does.

Shoving my phone into my pocket, I walk slowly to the locker room. Another whole week has passed. Liv and I text all the time, but it’s not the same. At fourteen weeks, the book says the baby is the size of a kiwi fruit, and Liv’s in the second trimester. I’m missing everything.

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