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... ed, she let out a startled cry, and her small hands instinctively clung tightly to Mort Thorne’s neck, exclaiming, "My belly! Mort, my belly!"
He was heavy-handed, but he needed to be careful not to hurt the baby inside her belly.
Mort found it amusing. His large palm was protecting her slender waist, and there was a pile of soft bedding behind her, so she wouldn’t fall.
With him here.
How could he bear to drop her?
"Keep yelling, you’re about to drive me ...
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