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Mya and I trudged our way through the crowd, being pushed and jostled along the way. I worried for Mya, but at this point, there was nothing I could do except plow through. Trying to backtrack would be just as bad.
Exhausted, I stopped. “How are you feeling?” I asked.
“Tired.”
“Me too. I don’t suppose you want to put on one more act.”
“What do you mean?”
“We might be able to get through quicker if you were in labor.”
“Oh, I can do that.” Mya was truly my hero. She placed a hand on her stomach. “My water broke! Oh, I’m in labor. Ow!”
Well, it wasn’t nearly as a good of a performance as last time, but she fooled enough people to let us wiggle our way through. She waddled and yelped, acting as though a baby would pop out at any moment. Finally, we made it to the door, which was blo
