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Say a Prayer

I just walked by my old room and peeked in to see how my old roommate (the one who is five months pregnant and on bed rest for the next three months) is doing. Her bed was empty. I think optimistically that perhaps she was allowed to go home. I ask the nurses about her. "She went into labor last night and had the baby," they tell me matter-of-factly. The baby died.