I was 13. I remember it vividly. I'd had not been told anything and thought I was injured. Mum tore up an old sheet and I rode my bike to school as usual.
I was in the school choir and fainted mid-hymn, so got sent home in a taxi, only realising later that the back of my dress had a blood stain
showing. I was mortified.
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