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ALISON PELEGRINHow to Deliver a Baby in a Taxicab
Houdini of rescues, you're over-trained
for the apocalypse. conquer an inferno for the child still lost. You wake from a blitzkrieg of killer bees, Breech birth? An extra towel or two. unfold as easily as origami swans. terrorizing City Park. Blade between your teeth, it's your blood spreading an inkblot tide beneath the surface But what if nothing happens? No quicksand, The alligator won't fight back. and would-be murderers wander the streets Contributor's
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