"You can't seriously be thinking about...you know."
"I know it sounds bad, but what other option is there?"
"Well, you could keep it."
"Aren't you listening? I can't. I can't see it every day, I can't bear to even think about it. It's just...I wish it didn't exist. I know that sounds terrible, that there's as much of me in it as there is of him, but I hate it. I hate the idea of it."
"She."
"It."
"I'm just saying that you don't have to kill it-"
"You can't kill something that's not alive yet!"
"Can't you feel it? Doesn't it move? It's alive. It may not have been born, but it's alive. Come on, you've always said the same thing. You've always believed that the moment God touches it, makes it an embryo instead of just a few random cells, it's a baby. It's a person. She's already a person."
"It's different."
"So she was created under unfortunate circumstances-"
"Unfortunate circumstances? If I wasn't so tired, I'd break your-"
"Calm down. I'm just saying. You can't kill her. Give her up for adoption, if you must, give her to a couple that haven't been blessed by God like you have, but you can't kill her. You just can't."
"I already made the appointment. This was really more of an FYI thing."
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