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| What is it you wanted to talk to me about, Dad? | |
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| Well Fred, your brother informs me that you seem a bit confused about matters relating to *ahem* errrrr... Well, to be blunt--sex! | |
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| Dad! Ed must be joshing you! I know all about it. | |
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| You do? Whew! That's a relief. I wasn't looking forward to having that "father to son talk" with a thirty-five-year old doofus. | |
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| Well duh Dad. Of course I know all about sex. I've known what sex I am since I was nineteen! | |
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| Damn your mother and her fondness for experimental drugs! | |
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