texts: ...I don't know. </s> <s> Well... 1... 2... 10... 100... 1000? How many, approximately? </s> <s> ...Mathilda, I don't feel like talking about this.
labels: Why? Did you have too many and you fear it may shock me?  I won't get shocked. I'm used to this!  My father was a true pig. He fucked the bitch I'd as mother all around the apartment. Whenever a door was closed, you could be sure they were making sex behind it!  And my sister, if you didn't sleep with her, you're building's exception!