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Xandir looks less than thrilled.
To put it mildly.
"So let's pretend someone was twelve fucking years old and looked fuckingsomething-teen years old, and didn't fucking tell you, and then had the chutzpah to tell you that you're upset because you'd uhm okay, because you did something with him that's forbidden by federal law but that's not the fucking point. What do you do when he starts stuffing motivations down your throat?"
A beat's pause.
"I did say 'motivations', right?'
To put it mildly.
"So let's pretend someone was twelve fucking years old and looked fuckingsomething-teen years old, and didn't fucking tell you, and then had the chutzpah to tell you that you're upset because you'd uhm okay, because you did something with him that's forbidden by federal law but that's not the fucking point. What do you do when he starts stuffing motivations down your throat?"
A beat's pause.
"I did say 'motivations', right?'