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[doradoesitright]

Dorotheas fork hit the plate with a clank as she pushed her chair back, abandoning her breakfast in a quick pace. Her knees hit the cool tile floor moments later, any contents in her stomach finding there way out. This was the fourth or fifth morning in a row morning sickness had hit her before her brother left the house. At some point he would probably catch on. But Dora prayed it wasn't that morning.

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[donovanfuller]

“I would rather prefer you move.”

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