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| Seventeen years ago, Mrs. Elizabeth Bee grunted in the delivery room. She huffed and puffed like Billy Goat Gruff, squeezing down on her husband George's hand. Once the babe arrived, glistening and healthy, she and George kissed with such passion that the three nurses agreed another baby would soon follow. |
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| Their love-making resumed with classic Bee zest. Afterwards, snuggling against his wife, George whispered in his beloved's ear: "That gush just might be twins." |
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