Letter Eighteen; October 16

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Dear Hayes,

16 more days. Today was probably the worst day of my pregnancy. I had to throw up at least two times every hour so I couldn't sleep.

You were there for me, you held my hair and rubbed my back while saying soothing words.

I said it was the flu, I feel so bad about lying to you. I've lied to you multiple times these past months.

You have no idea how much it kills me inside, but I have to lie. Only for 16 days. I love you Hayes.

-Maih

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