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So boring, in fact, that Whittier had to repeat the sentiment twice. Bazi withheld kisses for the moment, locking eyes with her son. Surely he knew something - Swift was his brother. They had assailed her bladder together! Or perhaps that was entirely Whittier's doing - she had dim memories of what it had felt like to squeeze him out of her backside. "Sweetheart," she said, "What games do you play with Swift?" Does he try to touch you in your special place? ... erm, no, wrong species and universe and time.