"Yeah, he'll appease Mum and Dad," Ingrid said, her voice sarcastic and maybe a little bitter. She loved her parents to death, but when it came to dating and things like this, she couldn't help but resent their attitudes a little. "Just the way that they'll be appeased that he's six years older, knocked me up, and I didn't even tell them we were dating."
Auuuuugh, she wanted to just scream. What was this, some kind of divine test of her will? Of her bloody sanity itself? She was going to drive herself crazy before she even told anyone, just thinking about telling them. She needed... she needed to calm down, to take a deep breath, to... think about this logically. She couldn't have this kind of chaos and worry swirling around in her mind for nine months straight or she was going to lose it.
Ingrid sighed, and wiped furiously at her eyes. She turned to Greta after a few long moments, took a deep breath, and then leaned forward and hugged her twin tightly. "I'm sorry, I know I'm being... difficult," she apologized. "But thanks for all you've said."
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