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Hello Mr. Finn

Hello Mr. Finn

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Feb 19, 2020
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I was awaken by a pain in my lower stomach. I'm 8 months pregnant. After the pain passed I felt something wet in between my legs. fuck I think to myself, I need to get to my moms room. I'm only 17 years old. As I stood up water rushes done my legs and a pain starts to come back. I sat back down so I wouldn't fall. I grabbed my phone and called my mom, she didn't answer, damn her sounds off. The pain is worse this time. Finally I got up and went up the hallway to my moms room. When I woke her up she knew exactly what was happening and jumped out of bed quick. I felt pain coming again and it's just starting to get worse and worse. After it passed we get to the car so we can get to the hospital. I have to tell her who the father is, I need too. "Mom I need to tell you who the father is before I have this baby" She looked at me "Mr. Finn is the father of my baby"
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