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Jenny steeled herself and walked purposefully through the familiar front door. The cozy little house was already buzzing with the chatter of women. Jenny plastered a smile on her face, determined not to be the dark cloud on her friend’s special day.
After exchanging pleasantries with the hostess and a few other ladies, she found her dear friend, Julia, standing near a pile of blue presents and bright balloons. Her protruding belly announced to the world that a new life would soon be making its debut. Jenny wrapped her arms around her friend in a warm embrace.
“How are you feeling?” Jenny asked.
“I’m ok. My back is killing me, but that’s to be expected,” replied Julia. “Are you doing ok?”
Julia knew this wasn’t the best time to ask, but…
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