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ic toddler can do to a well-run household,
I can't wait to find out. I just hope *I'm* not going to have one for a while."
"You need not fear my seed. I interrupted time for it." He slipped two
golden fingers inside her, and pulled out a thick, uneven, pearly-grey thread.
"It is all here, and cannot wake except where it can make a child. If ever
you want my baby, use it when your body is fertile. Put it back inside you
and give your body pleasure---I am sure Ania will help. It will turn again to
liquid, and find your own seed."
"Oh Birgit, sometime... I want to put his child in you, I want to suck
your milk, I want a little brother for my own baby. Please, Birgit?"
"Sometime, Ania. When you're ready to run the shop for a while.
But how can we recognise a fertile time?"
"See," said the wizard, putting the thread against Ania where the
well-sucked cleft still stood a little open, "Ania has a fertile seed,
not yet touched." The thread twitched, like a cat dreaming in its sleep.
He moved it to Birgit; even with an end inside her, i
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