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I can hear her breathing pick up a bit and she wipes her hands down her face, still staring at the ceiling, “I have no idea what to say or do about what you just said. This is such a foreign concept to me. Right now, I am also trying very hard not to feel horrible about myself that my body is feeling this way.”
I scoot closer to her and she turns her head, even though she stays laying on her back, “You have nothing to feel bad about. Alora, you are a woman, you have a woman’s body, it is behaving the way it was made to. It’s not your fault some fucking bastard messed with your head and made what should have always been natural and normal into a nightmare. So, please don’t beat yourself up fo
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