Table for Two

Rob meets Angela for lunch. Each is secretly planning to confess to recent infidelities. When Rob begins to speak, Angela interrupts him.

“Robbie, there’s something I’ve got to tell you.”

“You’re pregnant,” he says nervously.

“No,” she laughs, beginning to lose her nerve. “What did you want to tell me.”

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