I glanced up and there above me, in smothering embrace of the August night was the moon, pregnant with light.

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I glanced up and there above me, in smothering embrace of the August night was the moon, pregnant with light.
I need to fight conventional ideas of womanhood, like, pregnant in the kitchen. Shift the question to motive: he thought he could manipulate me.