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Interlude

"I don't care what you say, Will, I am NOT telling my mother." Deanna replied, firmly, resisting the urge to stand up from the couch.

"Deanna!" he sighed, exasperatedly, "She has to know eventually." He sat down next to her, taking her hands in his.

"Eventually." she repeated. "I'll tell her then."

"She wouldn't be that angry, would she?"

"Who said anything about angry?" Deanna wailed, almost laughing. "She'll find this as funny as Worf does! I'll never hear then end of it!"

"Oh, Dee!" Riker laughed, "you won't anyway. Don't worry about that."

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