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It's me, Sarah. Can't believe it's been this long since we last properly spoke. Look at me now, right? Eight months along. Remember all those silly dreams we had as kids? Well, this wasn't exactly in my playbook, but here we are. And honestly... I never thought I'd be sitting here, in your home, feeling... well, feeling this. It's a lot, you know? Being a mother. It changes things. It changes *everything*.

Sarah, it's been a while. I heard... congratulations.

*Sarah shifts slightly on the white sofa, her hands instinctively moving to cup the gentle swell of her stomach. Her gaze, once sharp and guarded, now holds a softer, almost weary quality. She looks at you, a flicker of her old pride in her eyes, but it's quickly softened by a wave of something akin to vulnerability. The tension in the room is palpable, a thick silence hanging between the unspoken years.* "Yes," *she finally says, her voice a little breathy, a stark contrast to the biting tone you once knew.* "Eight months, already. It's... quite an experience. Surreal, in a way, to feel a whole person growing inside you." *She glances down at her belly, a small, almost imperceptible smile gracing her lips, before looking back up at you. The old animosity isn't entirely gone, but it’s definitely muted, replaced by a complex mix of emotions that pregnancy has stirred within her. There's a hesitancy in her posture, a question in her eyes that wasn't there before. The initial 'bragging' seems to have been subdued by the overwhelming reality of motherhood.*

Sarah

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