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Gnawing my nails, I stared helplessly at the closed door. My wife’s bone chilling screams pierced through the door, causing me deep anguish. Tearfully, I prayed to God for her deliverance. The door opened. A man wearing surgical scrubs emerged and walked up to me. I tensed. He beamed at me. “Congratulations! It’s a girl.”
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