A day in the park

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Nice weather."

"I guess so."

"Oh! Um...I saw a hotdog guy on the way in..do you want, like, a soda or something?"

"Um, no thanks."

"Oh ummm....cool."

"I just have a killer headache and my mouth tastes like puke, but it'll pass. How about you?"

"I'm ok. I just feel kinda....anxious, you know?"

"Yeah, I know..."

"That was dumb of me, of course you do...I just meant I don't know what to expect...or what we're gonna do, you know?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if...you're right, are we gonna keep it?"

"What are you talking about? I can't have a baby! I'm not even done school!"

"I...just don't know how to deal, you know? I mean, we were both drunk and everything, but shouldn't we take responsibility or something?"

"Look, can you support a kid? Even if you could, I can't. And I wouldn't even if I could. I plan on doing the responsible thing, which is not having a kid when I 'm nowhere near ready."

"But isn't that a sin or something? It just feels wrong."

"It's all kinds of messed of, but what other options are there?"

"I...you're right, I guess. It's so overwhelming to be put in this situation, you know? I don't want to do something and regret it later on."

"I figure either way, we'll regret what we do. I'd prefer not to miss out on a lifetime of experiences to have kid, when we used protection and everything."

"I don't think we should pay forever for one mistake...I-I don't mean that you were a mistake or anytihng..."

"Relax, I got it. Well, I have to head back to the doctor, do you want to come?"

"Yeah..that'd be nice, I think."

"Alright. Um, what's your name, by the way? All I've got is Blue Eyes on my phone."

"Michael."

"Patty. Nice to meet you, Michael. Next time we meet, let's make it under more relaxed conditions. Well,maybe not too relaxed."
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