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  <title>0001 ~ I&apos;m not as shallow as I seem?</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m supposed to have something written in here soon, so I&apos;m going to start with the most obvious thing in the word and I&apos;m going to be as vague as I can be about it, mostly because, as anyone that&apos;s been through it knows, it&apos;s one of the most difficult things to describe. A little over a month ago, nearly two months now, I guess, I had my very first child. It&apos;s such an important thing and it&apos;s the first thing I&apos;ve experienced that had a deeply profound effect on my life. I daresay it&apos;s the first time I&apos;ve truly felt passion. People think they know passion when they meet and fall into a life with someone they truly love, but creating a child trumps that, tenfold. And I&apos;d scrap to the death with anyone that tried to claim otherwise. Fisticuffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t worry, I wouldn&apos;t have believed any of that rubbish either, unless I&apos;d been through it. And the man I made this miracle with is currently no more than a friend that I happen to be married to. If that makes me a harlot, then I&apos;ll gladly accept this brand as well as the brand of a slag with a bastard child. I&apos;m sure Freddie will be proud of his status, bastard or non. Either way. With a mother as feisty as I am, and a father as talented as he is, the boy has no other choice but grow to be strong and pure. By our children (and by &quot;our&quot;, I mean yours and mine) our futures will save the world. Somehow.</description>
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