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"Hi, Jimmy… I thought about what you said, and I understand where you’re coming from… you don’t have to be a part of any of this. I guess I’m just calling to let you know that I’m going to keep the baby.”
“Hello…?” “You’re not Jimmy!” “’Fraid not.” "My goodness, I’m so sorry! Wrong number…”
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