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| Where were you yesterday night? | |
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| Well. It was very weird. Steve called and said that I should come over so we could screw. I told my mom. | |
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| You told your mom that you and Steve were going to screw at his place? | |
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| Yeah. I'd thought she'd lend me a screwdriver, but instead she told me that I couldn't go unless I protected myself. | |
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| Wish my mother was like that.So, you were at Steve's place all night? | |
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| Well. She grounded me for saying that there was no need to protect yourself when screwing. I don't understand. Isn't it more dangerous to hammer in nails? | |
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