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“These should look exactly like the ones she has.” Doc places a stack of foil rectangles, each containing twenty-eight little pills in neat rows, in my hand. “Just make sure you pop out the right amount before you swap them for the current one.” I nod. Doc digs into his satchel for the second item, withdrawing a capped syringe. “This is the other thing.”
I know you fucking lying. Is he going to get her pregnant. I cannot deal with a pregnancy trope on top of this. I hate this man so bad!

