"Oh fucking please, like any boyfriend you've ever had would break the 9 mark. He's a seven, and that's generous," Jenny retorted, rolling her eyes at her sister. "And it's not my fault that boys and girls both think I'm gorgeous, sorry that I sucked up all of the talent and the good looking genes."
Jenny made a face, chucking a throw pillow from her bed at her sister as hard as she could. "Fuck you, slut! I'm not fat! Sam loves me, I'm great. And who said you were even invited to that party? No dogs allowed."
She considered the baby predicament for a moment longer, mostly just looking perplexed as she thought about it. "I still want one! Mom has us when she was our age, and.. well, I turned out good."
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