My mom’s way of telling me she had a miscarriage. I had a mental image of a microscopic infant trapped in carpet fibers that would gradually grow up until it was big enough for the doctors to find.
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My mom’s way of telling me she had a miscarriage. I had a mental image of a microscopic infant trapped in carpet fibers that would gradually grow up until it was big enough for the doctors to find.
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