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"You're sure you're okay?" Molly nodded and took another big sip of water. Alina scratched the side of her head and looked to the rest of the crew backstage. The talent show was moving along well enough but it still required everyone to be busy and move as quickly as they could. "Y-you're sure I couldn't bring my friends backstage with me? That would help m-my nerves a lot." "Sorry, stage policy," Alina said, eyes on her tablet, scrolling through checklists. "Besides, with you back here, there's barely enough room to get around as it is." She turned to Molly and gave a small smile. "No offense." "You're not wrong," Molly sighed, looking do

Molly grumbled as she opened her eyes, looking over at her dresser where her tablet lay, currently beeping and displaying a holographic smiling sun. Time to get up. For Molly, the "up" part was the main difficulty of her morning and she pressed her hands into the mattress to get enough leverage to start moving around on her own. Thankfully, as she was discovering, the rumors about ICS women gaining strength during their lengthy pregnancies was true. But yesterday's Phys. Ed. class still left her muscles extremely sore and, once off of her bed, Molly found moving painful but manageable. Our redheaded hero waddled into her bathroom to cautious

Molly crossed her arms and looked around anxiously, trying to ignore all the eyes on her. But of course, nearly everyone who walked past Molly as she leaned against the depot for support stared at her. Some people moved their gaze away immediately and a subtle look of discomfort showed on their face. Some tried to look normal but were clearly looking at Molly in their peripherals, no doubt seeing her as they walked toward her and formulated a game plan on the way. And others looked directly at her, keeping their head turned the entire time they walked past, mouth open in shock. A few men and women even turned around and continued staring afte