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[angels_facade]

Oh well wow. So my parents flipped the biscuit and called me a whore and stuff. Well not in so many words. Actually more words, less harsh, but the meaning behind them was the same. They asked me if I was going to live on the street or something about a crackden. I do wonder what they think I've been doing with my life. I live in a nice apartment which I pay for myself. I do not perform sexual favours for money or live in a drug den! They asked me if I knew the name of the father or if he was someone I'd just met that night. I didn't have the heart to tell them it wasn't AT night when Ethan and I did the dirty.

So...they know I am with child and they are not well pleased. And as I warned, they did indeed call Peter and Liz and tell them all about how they should keep their kids from me because I'm a terrible whorey influence.

I feel so cheap. No one can make me feel like nothing quite as well as Mum and Dad can. Not even the customers that grab my arse.

So much for family.

Also...I am tired of being sick. It would be okay if it were done now!

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You can, Bianca and you are. Thank you so much, Big Sister. You don't have to yell at them if you don't want to, but go right ahead if you feel so inclined.

I could use a puking partner. Could you bring applesauce? I really want applesauce.

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I'll bring you applesauce and myself presently.

Love you.