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... golden hair fanning down her naked back like a burned banner. Steam rose in thin ghosts off the water; the room smelled of soap and lemon rind and the faint iron tang she had come to recognize as the thinnest thread between life and want.
"haaaa....." she sighed. "I did not get pregnant.....again."
The words fell like small stones into a well. They made no sound beyond her own chest. The ache at the base of her belly was old and honest, an animal ache that demanded a name: failur ...
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