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I knew what I was asking of Ben was a lot, and I shouldn’t even be pondering the possibility of requesting that he go through with what Sam had suggested. Sending Ben over to Starla, to try and convince her to tell Sam the truth, was too much. So, as my boyfriend came and sat down near me on the couch--not right next to me, as I would expect--I wasn’t sure if I should even tell him, not that he didn’t already know.
“I don’t think this can end well, no matter what we decide,” he said, sitting down and folding his hands between his knees.
“I know,” I agreed. “But… Sam wants to know who the father is. He deserves to know. We all do.”
“I’m not sure the rest of us do,” Ben said, being pragmatic. “But I do agree that Sam deserves to
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