Thursday at Five PM

The nurse was businesslike, yet nice in a “we would like to have your money” sort of way. “Don’t worry about a thing,” she said. “The baby isn’t even formed yet, and the uterus contains only some bloody material.” We were in one of Florida’s newest abortion clinics. My wife and I had decided to look into the possibility of an abortion. Our first pregnancy was somewhat unplanned, and neither of us felt ready to become parents. We were both engaged in jobs which had become lifestyles. Such was our devotion to the workaday world that we thought of children only in the future, along with the house with the white picket fence. Actually, we…

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