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Few things can end the career of a dancer like pregnancy. Illness and drugs are survivable, sometimes profitable, depending on the illness or the drug. By the third trimester there can be no more dancing, and after it's over, most the girls can never come back, even those who somehow have support to raise their child while they spend most of the day training simply never get back the bodies that they had before. The only real solution to a pregnancy is an abortion, and I couldn't do that, not if I was going to continue looking at myself in the mirror.
"What the fuck am I supposed to do now?"
"Calm down, Nora."
"Calm down? This will ruin me! This is the end of my life."
"I love you, Nora, I'll take care of you, we'll get married and you'll come back and live with me."
"You love me? Horseshit. You don't know me."