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I stare at the two little red strips on the third pregnancy test I have taken and for what feels like forever, they don't make much sense for me. The first test was positive, the second inconclusive and the third was a positive once again. I'm not entirely sure what to feel or what to think. So I simply stare at the white and pink plastic test as if it held answers to other questions. Actually, I wasn't even sure what other questions I had. Because I knew for certain who the father was. I knew for certain what I wanted to do and really, there was nothing left up for debate. My phone pulls me back to reality. I throw away the test, and walk out of the bathroom. I suck in a deep breath as I watch my phone ring. Aaron. We had a date tonight. For a moment, I wondered if I should cancel it,
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