I am not sixteen and pregnant. Either people think I am, or people in Boston do not see pregnant people very often. We were there several days ago dropping off my husband at the airport, and we stopped at Quincy Market to get some food when my mom noticed that everyone was staring at me. I caught people averting their gaze whenever I looked at them, until I realized that it was  because I was walking arm-in-arm with my parents. I looked like the poster child of the next "Sixteen and Pregnant...
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