Yeah, the sprog's a boy and his name's Patrick.
I texted Jen that it might help to get Erin outta bed, have her run up and down the 4 or 5 flights, dance a few tarantellas and then, maybe, slam back a few pieces of Time Out's awesome jalapeƱo spinach pizza.
You know, shake things up a bit.
Luckily no one's paying me any mind.
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