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Oh my God (I)

“I’m sorry, can you… can you repeat that?” I ask. I know what he said, but I have to hear it again to make sure I didn’t mistake any words.

“You’re about a month and a half pregnant,” The doctor repeats. If I wasn’t laying down I’d puke into the closest waste bin. Not because of the length of my pregnancy, but because now I don’t know who the father could possibly be.

“Doctor, but I’ve used a condom until about a few weeks ago,” I inform him. Doctors make mistakes all the time, right?

“Yes, but they aren’t 100% safe, you do know that?” I do know that. I sit up and try not to cry my eyes out. At least before I had an idea of who the father was, but now I don’t have a clue and I definitely don’t have the money to go all CSI and find out.

“Doctor,” I say after an awkward silence, “can you explain to me the effects and procedures that have to happen for an abortion?”

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