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Pride Jessica Michaels It was a very fancy apartment block. Martha felt her stomach sink as she approached the strange spinning glass door. She hadn’t felt this nervous in a very long while, not since she fell pregnant eight years ago at the age of sixteen. Not even her loan shark made her want to vomit as much the shiny tiled foyer floor. If she hadn’t had her trusty cigarette filling the gap in her teeth, its familiar smoke that she had known her whole life caressing her nostrils and dispersing the lump in her throat, the exotic plant feature in the middle of the foyer would not have been safe from her purged stomach acids. &