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It was April, cherry blossoms blooming everywhere. The day was unseasonably warm, which was good since we’d been standing outside the clinic all morning with our signs, which we’d left leaning against the building when we came in.
“But what if somebody steals them?” Mariel had argued.
“Who’s going to want a picture of a bloody fetus?” I said.
She shrugged. “Atheists?”
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