| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - The contractions were back again, and she was calling out to me to push, and I was, but nothing was happening, except for the stretching, the stretching and the pulling and the pushing and the screamed again, and someone called my name, but I was drifting away, floating on the rising tide of numbness, of nothingness, and everything was far behind.
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