The crimson blood always seems to mock me. Nausea rose in my throat as I remembered each time I was left with only stains of blood, clear reminders of the emptiness of dreams. Each time I cursed this broken body incapable, it seemed, of giving, only skilled in letting go. Sometimes I wish I could let go of this part of me, this place inside that
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The pregnancy part (which a lot of people seem to like)
The details on the plane crash. The careers of the characters.
You really helped me draw my part of the story together and give it focus:)
Thanks for agreeing to partner with me! Even though we didn't have to (apparently), I am still glad we did:)
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I'm very, very glad we got to partner together... despite the fact that we didn't need to. lol... :-)
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Both of you did a great job!!! I really like how you convey her sense of apathy towards the test, then the shock at the unexpected result. Wonderfully written!
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I'm glad you liked it. Thanks for your kind words!:)
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Thanks for your kind and encouraging comment!:)
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Thanks for reading and commenting!
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