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Ethan
I finally slump down on my couch. Pulling my favourite blanket around me. At first, I wanted to go to a friend or something. Because people who have as much money as the Powell family know how to find you, easy. But I decided against it as there wasn’t really somewhere else I could go and I didn’t want to show up at a friend’s house all weirded out like this.
I curl up on the couch. Nothing will ever be the same. I’m not even sure I’m okay with that. I went to the ball with just some loose ideas about what I wanted my night to be like. But none of those plans included having s*x with a guy, or getting pregnant.
How does this even work? I want to look it up on my laptop but it’s on my table and I don’t want to get up. Instead, I reach out, grab the remote and turn on the TV. If
