I'd rather hand my baby over to the fireman, then call my first love and tell him he may have Hep C. Because that's what I'd be saying, no matter how I put it, how remote I spin the possibilities. It's what I'm saying.
Yet I'd do it, hand her over, if my house was burning down around me, and I was trapped under the debris. I would certainly do it, and not only that, I would do it 100%, set her up for success, certain and with catlike reflexes. I'd look her in the eyes and give her all my love, all of it, in one big wave, and she would remember that look for the rest of her life, our souls would blend and it would bring her a blip of happiness, strength for the rest of her years.
I would do it.
And I want to completely avoid it like a long suffering death, like a...
Completely.
For a few more days at least. OK? Please. I'll be ready, but just not right now. OK?
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