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use a rubber if I didn’t want Aria to be a mother.
“Ugh, why do men say pussy-whipped?” Aria complained. “Because we’re not creative enough to come up with anything else,” Cooper told her. I figured he was correct and had nothing to add to a conversation that would likely dig a hole I didn’t want to be in. Christ. I was pussy-whipped. “Realization has set in. Enjoy your balls while you still have them. One day she’ll be telling you no more kids. Then snip-snip, your balls are gone.” The thought of that made my stomach roll and my balls crawl up to safety.
Either you’re helping or you’re in the way.
My parents didn’t raise a meek daughter. It was time Billy Fucking Rice learned he’d fucked with the wrong woman.
