Nicole Walker writes for The Toast about KFC and pregnancy.
We pulled over in the parking lot. I seasoned the gravy, dipped my spork into the potatoes and then dipped the potatoes into the gravy. I forgot all about the peeing on a stick and the long lecture by the Planned Parenthood counselor. I forgot all about the boy sitting next to me in the car, not eating a thing. Instead, I thought of my grandmother and how great it had been then to have my own box of chicken and my own tiny pie.
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