SOMETHING WAS WRONG. She wasn't the same as she was yesterday and the day before. As she looked at her mirror for a glimpse of confidence, she looked back at the object in her two delicate hands.
❝ Two lines: pregnant. One line: not pregnant. ❞
Two purple lines faded onto the pregnancy test. She covered her mouth and let tears rush out of her eyes like a waterfall.
❝ How am I going to tell him? Or them?❞
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Short Storythere are a plethora of outcomes concluding a plethora of matches · yet if capabilities are so infinite, then why does history excessively repeat itself? WINTER • ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ©
