One Dollar For Your Empire
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The doctor’s words hung in the sterile, fluorescent-lit air, paralyzing me.
My tubes had been tied for three years. I was physically incapable of getting pregnant.
The doctor had just gently suggested that if we were so terrified of an accidental pregnancy, either the woman should undergo a procedure, or the man should get a vasectomy. He mentioned that the new experimental male contraceptive pill Wes had been taking was notorious for its brutal side effects. Breaking out in full-body hives was the least of it.
