On a school trip to Belgium, a very quiet, pale girl from the other class kept complaining of period pains.
“Nonsense! Have an Anadin,” said Miss Shipp, our teacher. The pains appeared to get worse and the girl started whimpering. Miss Shipp took her up to her own room in the hostel for a telling-off.
When she came down she herself was pale and she told u…
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