Madison stared complacently at the ceiling fan. Her lips moved silently as she counted every rotation it made… 1,2,3,4.
She sat in a sickly green vinyl chair that perfectly matched her mood. She counted the seconds as they fell off the clock… 1,2,3,4.
The doctors helped her out of the chair and onto a gurney. She counted the florescent lights as she passed beneath them…1,2,3,4.
Madison got in the bed and counted as the hours passed by… 1,2,3,4.
Covered in sweat, she looked to the doctor and asked, “Is it a boy or a girl?” He responded, “It’s boys… 1,2,3,4.”

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 25.07.2011

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