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No. No I don't. I think it would be hard to disguise the fact that my life had taken a completely different turn from the life I want, and being raised by a depressed person with crushed dreams might have negative effects on a child.
Plus I hate responsibility.
Aaaannnd I don't really care to be around small children for more than about ten minutes. MAX.
And holding babies freaks me the fuck out.
I really only like children when they can speak in complete sentences. Sentences that people other than their parents can understand.
The worst sound on earth is a screaming child who just wants your love and attention. And for you to attend to the fact that they have just soiled themselves.
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