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Her fourth can of baked beans caused a bit if a stir in her stomach. The slow rumble
of a dump truck passing by our house made us stop and wonder,
where babies come from. Not babies in general, just my particular baby. It bore only a slight resemblance to myself, and I don't remember actually doing it with my wife. We haven't had sex since
that time on the swingset, when we told everybody we were just
friends. Out for a quiet-evening under the stars. Rocking gently, back-and-forth, on the swingset of our love. Um, I mean, on the swingset of
love...that's what it is now called.
