August 20th, 1944

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August 20th, 1944

I'm in trouble. Huge trouble. And not the 'in trouble with your commander' type of trouble. No, that would be too easy.

 

Looking at the calendar had made her realize the date as she woke up, ready for another shift in the hospital.

She checked her diary. She kept little notes on when her cycle began and ended, trying to keep track.

She looked back further and further, and then nearly swore.

The last time she'd cycled had been mid to late May.

This couldn't be happening. Oh, she was in such deep trouble.

She didn't know what to do.

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