My parents and I were sitting down at the coffee table, conversing as usual. Somehow we landed on the topic of boys. They ask me what's the furthest I've been. With much prodding, I finally answer them and told them I have only made out. My dad's face = priceless. I don't think I've seen him so traumatised before.
Then he asked how many guys. I just laughed and walked away. His face could not look anymore perturbed.
If only he knew the truth.
I wouldn't even be dead. I would be tortured because death would be too easy.
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