Felix, Lucky and Julian would have been our first three children's names
You decided
I agreed
Zealous as a Nova to be your joyfully weeping groom
sniffing and sobbing through my vows
as I imagined you would
They will never be born
I will never sniff or sob or vow
You decided
I didn't agree
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