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BabyJon farted

"Our heir," Sinclair observed, "is a hairless, incontinent s"

"That&039;s not true! He looks like a real baby now" About the incontinence, I couldn&039;t argue But BabyJon had plumped up beautifully, and wasn&039;t so yellow and scrawny anyht blue eyes He didn&039;t look like my dad or my stepmother But who could tell with babies? They usually didn&039;t look like anybody

"You only like him because he prefers you to all others," Sinclair pointed out

"Well, sure Duh Co that I&039;irl find someone like that?"

"I prefer you above all others"

I ht into a little puddle on the carpet At least, that&039;s what it felt like "Oh, Eric" I went to hied hiood way), then huggedhis chest withyou and Mrs Taylor"

"Yeah I mean, my whole life-since I was a kid-we&039;ve basically stayed out of each other&039;s e weren&039;t torturing each other Noe&039;re almost" I was stumped "What&039;s the word?"

"Civil"

"That&039;s it"

He was strokinghands and I leaned further into him He dipped his head, kissed ers intohih," BabyJon said, and an un odor filled the air

Sinclair pulled away "Perhaps he should see a doctor Certainly there "

"Eric, you&039;re just not used to babies Stinking up the roo toward the diaper bag, "is what I do, apparently"

"I&039;ed into the bathroo," I told ue out