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Sep 2017
My abortion, it was cold ~ a bad day for abortions ~ My B.F.F. held my purse ~ I could feel the tingle as the doctor told me to shut up ~ He fell in love with me ~ We could have a baby because he was a stud ~ as soon as he was done ~ Later I ate a pizza and I sang a song while I lost lots of blood
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