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There’s freedom in chaos.
It was a silent type of chaos. You can hear it in your head, but you can’t see it with your eyes or feel it with your skin. It’s a deep suffocation that slowly but surely takes hold of you.
“I came here to talk about a very serious, very urgent problem, and that is public housing. Can I share my thoughts, or do I have to sit and dodge comments about my face before I’m able to do so?”
“Nah, my father glares at me when I eat this much in public.” He steals another one. “I have to do it in secret like a proper gentleman.”
Two lines. Pregnant. I’m pregnant with Cole’s child. Holy. Shit.
