She'd been able to bear it, all right: she had just trottedalong to the clinic one morning, let them scrape the babyout of chingthe waves rising, gathering, breaking, just like her ownorgasm, thinking she had never been so happy. It made her feel morenormal, less of a freak. 'See you later.
Don't panic, Louise, stay calm. Anyway, I'm Octavia Fleming. And it's worse now. ' Her voicewas reproachful.
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