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Curses and more

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Affliction is for pewpews

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Curses and more

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Curses and more | Affliction is for pewpews Curses and more Affliction is for pewpews  About Posted by: Jessica | April 24, 2010 Confessions Her shoulders sagged as she sat on the end of their bed. She leaned her elbows on her knees and hid her face in her hands. She’d felt as though she’d been on the verge of tears all day, and she was drained from holding it back; there was no reason to cry, however, and that embarrassed her. As the days went on, it was becoming harder and harder to pretend they were wrong. She took deep calming breaths, slowly steadying her nerves. They were right, of course. She should tell Naij. He should know; it was his right to know. And yet all she could think about was the look on his face he might give her if she had to tell him she’d lost the child. Why couldn’t she just wait a few more weeks? She glanced towards the doorway and then back towards where Naij lay sleeping. She checked the doorway again before slipping off her sh...

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