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also wanted to give my unborn kid a better house and environment. As much as I want to keep these babies, I want

hborhood. It wasn't luxurious, but it was clean, modern, and most importantly, safe for

the other was for Gina and the last was for the babies.

eeded to make the new apartment comfortable for us and my unborn babies... we got affordable f

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months, I was a hustling artist looking for daily bread and today, I am

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