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"Not just yet, Pocahontas. You, after all, are now a baby, and babies don't get to choose," John said. "But don't worry, we'll make sure you don't get a rash. Just that you learn to appreciate what we're doing. Right now, we'll have a nice breakfast that Mrs. Jenkins made for us." He smiled a bit as they got out of bed. "You can put your robe on to cover your nappy, though." He looked on as Pocahontas went to disappear behind the dressing screen.
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