D: Dad, promise you won't get angry.
F: Of course, an opportunity to broaden my Zen Practice.
D: Well, I'm in love with this man.
F: That's nice. What's his name?
D: Stan the Man.
F: His last name is Man?
D: I don't know his last name.
F: You just met him?
D: He wouldn't tell me his last name. He said we should trust each other without too much information being exchanged. I'm been "with him" for a year now.
F: You're not...
D: No Dad. We take the necessary...
F: What then.
D: You know your car?
F: Yes, sure do.
D: He borrowed it... and kind of disappeared.
F: Oh what a shame. I was going to give you that beauty, but then my mechanic told me the brakes were about shot and one day you wouldn't be able to stop it.
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