It became the harmless joke of the family that my wife must
have been psychic. The day the President asks for us to have ‘One child for the
mother, one for the father, and one for the country’, we find out she’s pregnant
with three girls.
I claimed it was just coincidence, but in the end, it went
exactly as the President was hoping for, it seems.
Anna sided with her mother in the divorce, Eliza sided with
me, and Alex dealt with it by going to fight and die for the country in the
middle of the fucking desert…
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