"I could," Tatum eagerly agreed, shifting around the bag on her back again. It would probably be best to get it back inside, she didn't really care for carrying around that much heat in one trip. She was still sour about being stood up, and she couldn't even do a couple of the guy's lines to get back at him. It was a bummer. "I'm going there anyway. You're on my floor, I think."
Still craving that cigarette now, she willed herself not to ask to have it back as they walked. "I guess you look pretty normal to me," she agreed, taking a quick glance over as if checking. She wasn't sure what Frankie meant until she realized she was talking about her, and she quickly shook her head. "No! I mean, like.. I'm the only one, I think. Right now anyway. It's not super common though, it was.. a mistake-- no, an accident, yeah."
She gently gave her stomach a little pat through her tee. "Five months almost. Feels like for fucking ever, and I can't do shit all that's fun anymore.."
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