Chapter 3

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March 27, Saturday
Smith's house

Dear diary,
I'm sick, I feel like I want to puke...
But I'm afraid of what it could be...
Last night, me and FP didn't use.... You know...
And now...
OH, damn! Why I always have to make these mistakes?
What can I do now?
My mom's gonna kill me!
Wait, Alice, relax. It could not be this... You could also not be pregnant, calm down.

Maybe I should do the test...

DAMN!

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