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XXVIII
I stare at her for a second, letting the words echo in my mind until they get a meaning, and then, I laugh.
I laugh right in her face, uncontrollable laughter, making my body shake.
"No, doctor, I... I can't be pregnant. I'm only seventeen." I say through laughter.
"I'm glad you find this amusing, Sophie. I'm sure your parents won't."
My laugh dies down at her words.
"Are you sure?" I ask her and she shrugs. "All symptoms indicate towards it.
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