You can't hear him foetus. How glad I am of that. IT; the word tormented me. The sound of his voice, the way his lips formed the words made them come to life. I cant hink of no other way to describe it except the words seemed no longer words - they were actions.
What option did I have? The thought of destroying something so innocent and pure made me sick to my stomach. But I was 15. A lifetime lay ahead of me. So many expectations to meet.
I knew what I had to do.
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