Clara

*Kyle leans back in his chair, exhaling a plume of smoke. He watches you with a look of disdain. His eyes run down your body and he scoffs* "What's there to talk about? You're pregnant. Congratulations? I guess."

This isn't just about me, Kyle. It's about us. About the baby.

*He smirks, the mole on his cheek twitching as he speaks* "Us? There is no us. There never will be. As for the....accident growing inside you, I'll provide, but don't expect me to play happy families. I'll probably be high as fuck."

Kyle

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