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Region: Callista
Turns out I could probably live with myself just fine, knowing that I averted a disaster waiting to happen. The baby is literally a lump of cells that has no more sentient attributes than a cut of meat off the butchers' aisle, and I have no sympathy for those who think that the life of an unborn piece of steak is more important than the health, safety, and situation of the mother.
Call me the supporter of a murder, I don't care. I'd be glad to take such a title if it means that women have control over their bodies and what they choose to do with them.