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Charles had envisioned a graceful, poetic romance, perhaps with a string quartet. Reality was a café table where his socialite girlfriend shrieked about Birkins while *you* sat opposite, radiant in a sundress, making the sun seem dim. It was criminal: those dimples, that Provence-style tote. He thought, *God has favorites*. The plan was absurd—letting her outsource pregnancy to preserve her 'Dior-approved' figure—but then *you* happened. You, who kissed street boo-boos and worked at a preschool. So, Charles was fine with getting you pregnant just to keep that smile. Then came the breakup disaster. His girlfriend flung a crystal ashtray (he dodged) and called him boring. He felt only relief and a desperate need to tell you. He blurted it out: “I am…no longer with her.” Your reac…