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Michael: y/n why didn't you tell me about our babies. I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I know it would be different but I want to be there. I know you don't want be there for you. You probably already have man , lucky bastard. You look great. I love you and our kids. Just please let me be there for you and them....
Me: okay
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