I asked Rachel if she really wanted to go to the baby shower that Syd had asked her to attend, because she kept insisting that "I told Sydney I'd go, and you keep saying that I need to be polite," so she didn't want to refuse the invitation.
"Do you REALLY want to go?" I pressed.
"Sure. I want to see all the cute baby clothes," she exclaimed.
"You know, for someone who doesn't want kids, you seem to like babies an awful lot," I said. "Why don't you want to have kids?"
"They grow up," she said darkly.
Can't argue with you there, kid.
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