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Another Pregnant Chad

Julie Babcock

They called a school assembly. It was a boy's name, but of course she was a girl. Her belly was as full as the moon underneath her black t-shirt. She stood on the stage of the auditorium and discussed her difficulties. She knew who the father was, but she had vowed never to tell.

The worst thing was that it looked like she was never going to deliver. She was going to go on and on being pregnant–urinating every hour, never able to sleep on her stomach again. One indiscretion was going to last a lifetime. If only she could take it back. This could happen to you too if you're not careful, she finished as the lights dimmed and the red, velvet curtains closed . . .

Julie Babcock

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