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I was a happy accident. My mom was using the sponge as her primary method of birth control (high failure rate) and thus I was conceived. For years I thought I had been conceived in wedlock, but alas, the marriage license disproved that one. My mom says now that they had been planning on getting married anyways, or at least knew that was where they were heading, and I just kind of rushed things along a little.
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If I am not better, at least I am different. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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