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There was a lump in my throat that wouldn’t seem to go away. I blinked fast, willing my tears not to spill. There was never a time in my life when I hadn’t thought I’d be a mother one day. Not now. Of course not now. But one day. I played with dolls way longer than my other friends growing up. I loved the idea of kids and babies, even though I hadn’t spent much time with them. No time, really. But I wanted them. Desperately. I knew it, because now that I had been told I couldn’t, I felt like I was breaking. “I know this is hard to hear. Especially if you just suffered through a miscarriage. I have a counselor I can recommend you to see. It’s good to have someone to talk to as you digest this information.” “That’s okay.” I slid off the exam table. “Ms. Alabaster, do you have someone you
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