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"I'm going to have me a child."

"A what?" He inadvertently starts to apply his brake.

"You know, a bambino. A little one. One of those trips with a mom and the milk and a dad and the booties and all that."

The man gives her a panicky look.

"Now don't get hassled brother, it's not tonight. Not yet. In a matter of months maybe," and Merilee smiles for the first of many times and folds her hands complacently over her belly.

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