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>Please enter your username: MeghanLin1993
>Please enter your password: ●●●●●●●●●●●
We're sorry, LifeVault cannot accept that password. Samantha hasn't loved you since the day next to the gingko trees at Harding Arboretum when she told you she was pregnant.
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>What did you call her on that day?: ●●●●●●●●●●●
Sorry, that is incorrect. You called her a "little whore," which incidentally, is the same thing your mother called you when you told her you were pregnant with Samantha. It might have been the dried-vomit smell of the gingkoes that put you in mind of the old couch in the room with the blinds that were always closed, or the three glasses of chardonnay you drank at the Harding café to stop your hands from shaking, but the words just seemed to slip out. You would've taken it back if Sam hadn't slapped you.
She should've known better, should've remembered about your mother.