life
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After the positive pregnancy test, I became something ancient—maternal with my nesting habits and my constant hunger. I watched the body I occupied grow and change, a ship of Theseus rended from flesh. Joy and anticipation replaced desire and pride. The horrible things pregnancy wrought on my body—hyperemesis, preeclampsia—were signs of something greater, a life…
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I opened my mouth to counter that statement, but had no argument. What did I do with my life? I wasn’t invested in my job. I played games, watched videos, scrolled social media. My outside activities involved others prying me out of the house to participate—otherwise, I wouldn’t have made the effort. I had no…
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I make a mental note to later slip the volunteer my business card (“Your life is written in the stars, and Jade can read the handwriting!”), then I blow the whistle given to each pair of searchers, alerting everyone that little Bobby Calloway’s been found. When we started out this morning, the volunteer coordinator told…



