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guard saw me, saw my face, saw the blood. He ran to get a wheelchair. How far apart are the contractions? He asked. Three minutes, I gasped. How many babies? Two. His eyes widened. He pushed faster.
Inside, everything was bright. Too bright. Nurses and blue scrubs. The smell of antiseptic. Someone asking questions I couldn’t answer. Name: Minnie Perkins.continue reading …
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