I glare at the doctor, watching his hands go up your legs to check on you. I cross my arms as I glare at him. I’m so close to killing him. I glare at him as he goes under the blanket to check if the baby is coming. I take your hand and hold onto your hand as he says, “Wow! You’re a tight one!” He comes out, laughing. I’m so close to killing him
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