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In the world of procreation and Punnett squares, our bodies were not on equal footing. I possess the dominant traits: black hair, brown eyes, skin with warm undertones. For weeks of the babies’ development, I imagined my genes looming large over his in the egg, devouring them. Something in it felt greedy. Also, powerful.
Maggie; Or, a Man and a Woman Walk Into a Bar
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