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Dear Universe, I rarely ask for anything more than a basket at the grocery store, or some extra work (any work!), but I ask this now: Please don't let me be pregnant. Yours respectively, Rosie. PS, I am not too worried as of yet. I will give it another few days. Some Saturday, though, I may sweat a little bit, and have to pee on a stick.
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