Prelude

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It's a dark night. Rain is pouring down the windows but I don't see it. I don't see anything, it all hurts to much. The taxi is driving to slow, I feel it coming. It will soon be here. The reason I am in this taxi. My darkest fear and yet my only joy.

I won't make it. There is not enough time. The pain in my stomach is to great. I can wait no longer. I hold it in to no avail. I scream. It hurts. I start to push and within minutes I am done and I look down to see my greatest gift. My greatest joy. My greatest fear. My son.

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