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Saturday Night
Everybody's out having fun on this lonely Saturday night. Even your mom has a date and your brother's with family. Your sister's at a slumber party, and even your preacher has plans. So what do you do on a Saturday night? When you ain't got plans and your mama's out all night? With a gleeful squeal you leave the windows side and rush to the phone. You call up some friends and tell 'em to come over 'cause everybody's out. Soon they're over and the stereos max volume. You grab some beer and snacks and bring 'em on out. You begin to party. After a few bottles of the alchohol, your feelin' a lightheaded. Everybody's dancing and music is boomin'. And in the confusion a hand takes your wrist. You're dragged up the stairs and thrown on a bed. Your captor rips off your clothes and from there it goes. You awake in the morning in your mama's bed and there's an unfamiliar hand resting next to your head. You had a hangover; your head was pounding. Then you looked down and realized, neither were dressed, both naked as birth. You look at the clock, it's seven O'clock! You rush to get dressed, the other's waking up. He looks around drearily before his eyes open wide. He scrambles to get up, dressed and then left, and you never figured out just who your first was. Two months later your in the hospital because you've been throwing up. You're sister says you have a virus, your mama's not so sure. The the doctor came out iwht a sympathetic look. "I hate to say this, miss, but you're pregnant." You drop in dead faint.
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