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By Carissa Pavlica

George: Can you imagine if it were anything more? What would they call me? Sara: Uncle step-dad?

By Carissa Pavlica

Beth: I wish you had lymphoma instead. April: Right, or at least gall bladder cancer. Brenna: Rectal would be nice.

By Carissa Pavlica

Sara: [to April] Oh! You’re just in time. How do you want your eggs? Emma: Frozen, perhaps?

By Carissa Pavlica

April: Leo? Did you pay for my fertility treatment? Leo: You? Fertility? Eggs. Ewww.

By Carissa Pavlica

April: I am an adult! And the only way I’m going to get through this is if I have some hope of having a normal life someday.