I don't even remember what we were talking about. I do remember what we were eating. Fork-full of salad greens and Vons rotisserie chicken halfway to my mouth, I remember that it was a perfectly timed moment for me to blurt out, "My sister had an abortion." But I don't. My sister's experience should not be used for shock value. What would
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