“Ah, fuck. So you really have a boyfriend? Name? Family name? Age? Address? IQ?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
He narrows his eyes. “Oh, he’s good. He’s really good if he’s already making my honeybee lie to me.”
“Papa, stop calling me that. That was for when I was five.”
“Not hearing that. I will, however, hear about this boyfriend that you’re hiding from me.”
— Aug 01, 2024 01:20AM
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