“I’m telling you now,” my wife said, “since you’ll find out eventually.” I poured coffee and looked outside. February, Southcentral Alaska. It would be dark for hours yet — and bitterly cold. “I used your email,” she said, “to contact a vasectomy-reversal surgeon.” I sipped. “Why?” She shrugge…
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