I just texted C's brother that if we're lucky he'll have to come home within the next 18 months to meet his niece or nephew. I've got a sick way of tempting fate, I guess.
Holy shit. The gall of some people (me)!
The inherent problem here (as I've noted before) is that when hope creeps in, it lifts you up. Making it a worse fall and landing into disappointment.
- Posted from my mobile phone
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