Pregnant

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Dear diary,

I'm pregnant. And I am going to die.

I run home. I drop by the cheap ass drug store. And buy some pregnancy tests. You never know. That red head could've done $h**. You never know.

I run into the restroom and pee on the pink pastel stick. I sit down and wait for the results. I feel sick as I read the stick. I'm in shock.

This can't be real.

"I'm having twins." I start vomiting.
And not because I'm pregnant. The bathroom door opens as I walk out of my stall. I start to fash my hands. When some lady walks up behind and puts a mask onto my mouth. The mask blasts toxics into my nostrils. I stare at myself in the mirror. Tears filling my eyes. I let lose and fall to the ground. I feel myself being dragged out. And thrown into a car like a potato sack.

My heart aches. I think I'm going to die.

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