I inserted the pills the next morning as instructed. Even though the counselor had explained what would happen, I didn’t know exactly how it would go. It seemed to me like it wouldn’t be a good idea to go to church, so I got back into bed and asked Joy to tell Mom and Dad that I wasn’t feeling well. Read the rest of the story »
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