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My mom needed a c-section for one of my sisters. My other sister and I like to joke that we were born, but she was extracted. Y’know, like a tumor.
That’s not a joke, that’s nasty.
Fun fact: She was actually try to get rid of you but the garbage man said “no” as the lid couldn’t be closed.
As a child of adoption who’s biological parents were high schoolers, I approve this message.
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“You’re Oscar the Grouch’s kid. We stole you as a prank.”
