Callie"We are going back to that clinic right now, and you are telling them to undo it."Iris, my best friend, was pacing the narrow length of her cramped, paint-splattered studio apartment, her combat boots thudding aggressively against the floor. She was holding a half-empty mug of black coffee like it was a weapon, her dark curls practically vibrating with rage."Iris, it doesn't work like that," I whispered, pulling the scratchy wool blanket tighter around my shoulders.I was huddled on her lumpy futon, wearing a pair of her oversized sweatpants and an old band t-shirt. My damp, ruined clothes were currently tumbling in the laundromat machine down the street. I was entirely exhausted, my bones aching with a deep, hollow chill that no amount of blankets could seem to cure."I don't care how it works, Callie!" Iris yelled, whirling around to point her coffee mug at me. Dark circles framed her eyes, she had stayed awake the entire night holding me while I sobbed so hard I couldn't b
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