"Lucy?" Tim replied. "About four months ago?"
"Yes, that's right," Lucy said. "It was at John's apartment. After the party, you drove me home. On the way, we parked and got in the back seat. You told me I was a good sport."
"Oh, I remember!" Tim exclaimed. "Lucy! How are you?"
"I'm pregnant and I'm going to kill myself," Lucy screeched.
"Hey, you really ARE a good sport!" Tim retorted.
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