The Abortion Clinic That Wasn’t — Literary Hub

On a dark July night the summer that I am 29, I sit alone in my apartment, open a Google page, and type: P-R-E-G-N-A-N-C-Y C-O-U-N-S-E-L-I-N-G And then: P-R-E-G-N-A-N-C-Y H-E-L-P I have the unshakeable feeling that if I can just get the combination of the words right, I can find the key that will reveal the […]

 

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