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Surprises. September 1972.
“Are you certain?” Caroline glanced around in spite of them sitting outside the library, off to the side; the trees could all have ears.
“It’s been eight weeks. I’m always regular,” Emilee whispered, smoothing her jeans, without meeting Caroline’s eyes.
“Have you been to the campus clinic at least?”
Emilee shook her head. How does she tell her friend it wasn’t necessary to visit the clinic, that she already knew? This morning, when she got dressed, she had noticed a change. Her n*****s had felt different. They felt strange, as if she was aroused. And she wasn’t. Her breasts were engorged. And for the second morning in a row she felt nauseated.
She had immediately stripped down and stood in front of her full-length mirror, inspecting her body, inch by inc
