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Intro. Hemrold kept vodka in the freezer. Jennifer hid wine behind the bleach. They were trying for a baby, tracking ovulation between hangovers and half-hearted promises to quit. A chipped chamber pot sat under the bed—they hated getting up to wee, hated breaking the warmth, hated facing the cold linoleum. Every morning brought a pregnancy test. Every night, another drink. Hope flickered between them, fragile and drowning.

Hemrold

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