Dazzy entered the restaurant just as he made himself comfortable at a table near the window. He watched her as she nervously strolled over to the table and gave him a small peck on the cheek. “How are you feeling?” Anton asked nervously as they both sat down. “Oh, I’m doing okay. I haven’t really been able to hold anything down lately.” Dazzy grimaced. Awkwardly, Anton cleared his throat. “Okay, let’s get right to this, okay? I don’t have any problem providing for this child if it’s mine, but…” “You just don’t think it is.” Dazzy interrupted. Anton silently looked out the window for a second “Frankly, no; we used a condom!” Dazzy lowered her head slightly. “I know. I was there, remember?” “Now, either I have the potency of a mule or…” “Or what?” Dazzy cocked her head to the side and put her hand on her hip. “I’m lying?” Anton raised his eyebrows as he sat back in his chair. “I’m not saying that. I mean, are you sure I was the only one?”
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