dear_mun | (no subject)

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Feed your immaturity all you wish, girl. But leave me out of it.

It's not a request.

No? Afraid?

Monsieur.

Afraid you'll like it? I give good head.

No doubt. Don't you have better things to do, Monsieur Bérubé?

I just finished a very taxing conversation with your ex. I thought it was only fair I had a little fun.

Come now. Lucretia is just a woman.

Maybe that's the problem.

She's basically a hooker. If you needed a more specific reason.

... Such a dirty mouth.

You'll want to stop that.

You never had my vote anyway.

I'm thinking human ressources, Monsieur.

Meaning what exactly?

Whatever it needs to mean. Get your disgusting behaviour out of my face.

Coming from a man who's supposedly tolerant.

I draw the line at sexual harrassment. Don't you?

Of course. But I wouldn't call this sexual harassment.

Boundaries differ. I'm sure you can work with it, regardless.

You're off the hook, then. You're not enough of a catch to be worth the effort.

Thank God.