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| I came over as soon as you called, Zoe. What's going on? | |
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| Oh, Mom! It's the most wonderful thing. Pete and I are going to have a baby. | |
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| It sure is a good thing you two are married, or else the child would be a bastard. | |
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| You're right. There is nothing worse to give a child than the stain of bastardhood. I am so glad I insisted on marriage before letting Pete knock me up. | |
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| Your father, bless his soul, would be so happy to know that you are having a child within wedlock. | |
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| Oh, I know. He was never the same after he sired a bastard daughter with that hooker. I wonder whatever happened to her. | |
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