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It all started on September 1st, 1952 by the river.
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| Lucy, seeing as I'm dying and all. Maybe you could umm.. | |
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| Have pity sex with you? Ok but you better be too sick to get me pregnant. | |
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| You done get knocked up, huh girl? Well you best get yoself out a state, birth that babe, and put eh up fo' dopshun. | |
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| What accent is that supposed to be? | |
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Nine months later, Henry was born.
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| Well miss, he's a healthy, if ugly baby boy. | |
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| I wasn't sure I would allow myself to give him up, but that thing's just too hideous too keep. | |
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