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It happens, used to happen with the ex every couple of months, freak us out all over nothing.
I think the worst time (for me anyways) was when we were at Eckerd’s walking around and happened to walk past the condom/lube/sex stuff and she was like "Pregnancy Test, we need one of these". You know that feeling where your heart jumps down into your stomach? Multiply that times ~ 10.
Turns out she was negative.
*wipes forehead*
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