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19. Rough?
He wanted her to be pregnant, and by the time their marriage was in their ninth month, Abubakar's determination seemed to triple. She knew that if he was to find that she still takes the pills, he'd probably do something to hurt her. So she hid them in her closet, tucked into a small sachet. But then he suddenly decided that she was the problem because it can't really he him. Convinced with that, Abubakar sent her to the doctor. She cried in the doctor’s office for an hour, telling him she felt anxious and miserable and had no idea why, and came home with a prescription for antidepressants. "You can’t take that," Abubakar said, crumpling the slip of paper and tossing it into the trash. "It might be bad for the baby." Their nonexistent baby. She thought guitily at the pills she takes a
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