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June 29, 2005
Stacy: Labor Train
One, two, three...
He always counted the train cars as they went by. She never understood why, stared out the window, waiting for it to pass.
...thirteen, fourteen, fifteen...
She leaned her head against the cool glass, tried to slow her breathing.
...nineteen, twenty, twenty-one...
She gripped the armrest so hard her knuckles turned white, nails digging into the leather, fingers cramping.
…thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four…
She screamed as the pain ripped through her in earnest now, and a gush of water hit the floor between her feet.
“Honey, I see the caboose! We’re almost to the hospital, just hang on!”
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