That's the categorical Mandate of the Sperm Bearer, Ebbie. Our minds and bodies are just filled with the echoing cries of a billion tiny cells demanding to be sent forth. It's rough, I tell you.

A woman wed to a rich man is going to be a LOT more stress free than one married for love to a poor one, if she is of reproductive age. A bank account can often do more than a poem to instill the belief that "everything's going to be all right".


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