Finding Us
My heart gains momentum as my stomach twists and turn.
I can't be pregnant. I'll rather die than be pregnant.
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“Achoo!”
“Bless you,” Joy says, carrying the kettle of boiled water into the dining room.
I nod, then shut my eyes again as I bring up my arm. “Achoo!”
“Bless you,” she repeats as she returns to the kitchen.
I nod again about to pick up the mugs, only to sneeze again.
“Ahn-ahn. What is it?” Joy says. “Which one is achoo, achoo? Please if it's catarrh, better hold yourself o. Mtcheew.” She comes to collect the mugs from me.
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