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him has her head in her phone. This is

perfect. He smiles and stands to offer me

his seat. I smile graciously at him,

thankful that chivalry is not entirely dead.

I rub my swollen belly. The perks of

pregnancy. Even if it’s a fake one.

I know she drops her bag on the

floor between her legs, and she holds it in

place with one foot inside the sling. I

have to hope that her tiredness made her

clumsy. I slowly push my foot forward