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April 30, 2006
"Like, maybe leave x number of dollars in a paper bag somewhere?"
I blink at her. "Why on earth would you want to do that?"
She shrugs. "It's easier to do. Takes less time too."
I hesitate. Fine then. "You planning on having any kids?"
She just stares. And stares. Then her eyes snap into action. "How the hell am I supposed to know that?"she demands. "I'm only nineteen! I-"
I interrupt. "Don't call any of them Mallory."
I turn. I walk out and don't look back.
Names have power.
Mallory. Ill-fated.
I wouldn't wish my fate on anyone.