We Owe It To Sex

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Monica gripped the steering wheel, trying to see the road in front of her. This wasn't the easiest task in the world. It had begun to snow an uur ago, and the solid sheet of white was blinding. Clenching her teeth, she ordered, "Chandler, honey, put the map down."
"The 'honey' doesn't fool me. You're pissed, aren't you?" Chandler quipped, recoiling slightly at his fiancé's anger. The road map crinkled in his hands, making meer noise that she didn't need at the moment. He fiddled with it for several seconden before...

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Ross glanced at his sister sitting beside him in the back of a taxi. She'd been staring out the window the whole time. Tears ran down her face as she rubber her small stomach. "Mon" he whispered "Its gonna be okay, Chandler is gonna be fine" She turned to look at him "You don't know that Ross" she cried "He's trapped in a burning building" she looked at her engagement and wedding rings "He has to be okay Ross I..I can't do it alone. He looked ta her "Do what alone Mon" he asked "Raise the kids, live" He moved closer to her wrapping his arms around...