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| | And Baby Makes... Five? |
 | | Ofira sighs, "I suppose...though I'd hate to think I could no longer command the fear...I mean respect," she amends swiftly, "Of others..." Meli grins at the baker, and winks. |
 | | Ofira smiles a little again, somewhat reassured, "Well, it will be nice that we'll all be raising children together," she muses. |
 | | Ofira braces both hands on the arms of her chair, planting her feet on the floor and straining to haul herself out of the chair, "Oh, yes," she says to Kindre, "Kiwi pie, kiwi pastry, kiwi strudel..." She grunts a bit, trying to get leverage. |
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