Then what do you want from me? I sighed. I could feel the pulse in my neck pounding against the pulse in the palm of Jason's hand. I felt the building pressure inside me, that feeling that preceded the explosion, and I didn't want it yet, not yet. Moiststringlets hung down over one cheek.
That I'm pregnant, yes. No, not just money, Ms. I found him unconscious on his bedroom floor, he's ice cold. It's been a long time since that was true.
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