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Don’t impose buffer zones

In 2011, I was single, abandoned, facing unemployment, and terrified when I discovered I was pregnant. I booked an appointment at a Marie Stopes abortion clinic. I didn’t seem to have any other option. My baby wouldn’t know her father, and I had little in the way of financial or emotional support. I wanted to keep her, but I didn’t know how, and so my hope rapidly began to fade.

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