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I’m always asking myself, where or what line these people cross to think this is a-ok.
How can a woman lay in a chair, knowing her own flesh and blood is about to be ripped apart and killed?
They know, it’s not a clump of cells! That is only a “feel good” excuse.
I asked that question when I was 12 years old and I’m still asking this same question today.