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Sam: I’m not really pregnant y’know.

Miriam: You are y’know.

Sam: No, really I’m not. I faked it for the election and now we’re in number 10, I can take the cushion out.

Miriam: Sammy, it’s not a cushion. It’s Nick’s.

Sam: You’re kidding, it can’t be. What would David say?

Miriam: He’s in on it. It’s a coalition baby.

Sam: Ohh, that’s so romantic. I’m going to call it Mizzy, after you.

Miriam: Why not Dizzy, after Dave…and me?

Sam: And Mr Rascal.

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