[it is brave because, as he starts to speak, she still looks ready to splash her bucket of weedkiller on anything and everything. however, she begins to deflate upon his approach, the arm holding the bucket going slack. she's crying harder now, sniffling valiantly as though that will somehow stop or hide it] Mr Braxiatel, I... [she fights back a sob, wondering how she said this so much more easily to Mu. but she was still in shock then and far calmer than she can stand to be now. still, it has to be said. she needs her friend] Howl and I...are going to have a baby.
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