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We were sitting in the living room of our modest Ohio home. My hands shook as I held the positive pregnancy test between my fingers. My mother stared at it in disbelief. My father slowly leaned forward in his recliner, his face turning hard.
“Who’s the father?” he asked.
I swallowed.
“I can’t tell you.”
The room went silent.
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