I was in love with Dr. Cockrell. Ever since last spring. He would bend down into my ear and press his hot breath up against it, and say, "That's beautiful...play it louder...EXPRESS yourself." And I did. I expressed myself in more ways than I imagined. I found myself expressing my passion for him in his bedroom. A few weeks ago when he yelled at me, and told me to stop being late, I realized that my absence to rehearsal was not what he was talking about. He was talking about my period. And I was late. I was carrying his child. Now that I knew he didn't want me to be late, that he didn't want me pregnant, I decided to get an abortion. I also knew that if I had this baby, Mike wouldn't want me either. It was a lose-lose situation. I had to find the nearest Dry Cleaning Service and Porta-Potty to make that fetus fly.
I had to find the nearest Dry Cleaning Service and Porta-Potty to make that fetus fly.---- That is a line for the ages Carly! i wonder what a baby between u and mike would look like
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