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"She died
in my arms.
Her blood splattered my white, starched
uniform, seeping deeper than the uniform, permeating my body, my soul,
my memory. She wouldn't, couldn't answer with what instrument she had inserted,
mutilated. Perhaps the proverbial coat hanger? The only history obtainable
was that she had been 'dumped' just outside the ER at the Los Angeles County
Hospital, much too late for any medical help. Chunks of paper-thin bone,
macerated tissue protruded from her vagina amidst profuse hemorrhage. Barely
audible, her last words were, 'Someone's gotta pick up my little
girl at school...' The racing pulse became slower...and stopped."
From "Roe v. Wade," Journal of the
American Medical Association, September 15, 1989 (vol. 262, no. 11), page
1519
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