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He stared at my chest for a moment before reaching into the box again.
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But it has to be better than none at all. " He stepped to the side, revealing a sign on the door stating that the normal soup kitchen was serving a free, three-course meal with all the fixings until seven o'clock today.
Then just two fingers. Only one.
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I'd gone back today to get the second blood test to check my hCG levels.