Both men drifted to her, but I had no idea what to say. In fact, I was sharing a table with the other women. I set my glass down on the table beside him and took a sip of wine. By the time we entered the room, I could see she was pregnant, and she seemed to be having a hard time accepting every man 's touch. Her throat closed tight, making sure that none of it mattered to her. Especially the young man, who and I would rather I stopped glancing at each other.
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