Abbie Riddle

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‘This tiny newborn . . . on a cold marble slab in an unheated sluice on a cold spring evening, gasping until it could gasp no more. You surely cannot condone that?’ Dr Mason, his face now almost puce, hammers his fist on the desk. ‘Doctor, let us not forget that the mother had already attempted to abort this child – that is, to kill it! Who knows what serious damage such a large dose of quinine may have caused to the foetus?’
Abbie Riddle
And then his justification smh!!!
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