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My heart stopped. I know it did. I heard leaves rustling around me. What the hell? An abortion? No. Freaking. Way. And bad timing? Hell, yeah, it was bad timing. Too bad they weren’t thinking about timing when they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
Anyone who thinks a seventeen-year-old is mature enough to always know the difference between a smart choice and a dumbass decision hasn’t been a mother to a seventeen-year-old.
