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02.12.03, wednesday morning

Still rumpled, ladies and gentlemen. Two days ago I had to take two little white pills. It's called Plan B.

For me (and for a lotta women) it's more like Plan A.

Abetted by the Progestin, my circuits short, fuss, squeal, sigh, cry.




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