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Ranch Clean Up Time Because I never asked, because I know there’s never just one truth. My darling relativist. What’ll you tell Anna when she finds out we knew and didn’t tell her? Remember, if he didn’t have a lover, we wouldn’t have Natalka. So you never lied to me? Did you lie to me? You’re the one pretending to be a holy judge. So you did. Ask me whatever you want; I don’t care because I’ve got nothing to hide. After years, what else could interest me about you? That’s a good question. Maybe you’d be surprised. Maybe that’s why I’d rather not ask. Because you’re afraid. Of what? Of finally hearing the truth. I’m not afraid of anything anymore. So don’t be afraid and let’s start. LIE! Okay, then. Have you ever had another man? Had or thought about? Either. Lots, of course. You’ve got to be kidding. Listen, kid, you’re nuts if you think I never fancied anyone in all these years. The answer to the other part of the question is: No one, ever. Who have you fancied? Dreams don’t count, actions do. But since it’s you, I’ll tell you who your competition was. Jirka Huml? Gérard Philipe. Ah, Fanfan la Tulipe Game Hey, let’s drop this. Hold on, now it’s my turn. I’d rather play checkers. I might have known. What? That you’d try to weasel out of it. Okay, fine, ask away. I won’t ask about your fantasies. Have you ever been unfaithful? Who me? Buying time, eh? The answer is either yes or no. You don’t need to think about it. It’s demeaning. Who was it? I didn’t say it was anyone. When was it? Are you trying to irritate me? You’re the one invoking the truth. How long did it go on? Did you sleep with her? Fine, as you wish: Once. Once what? I once slept with someone else. Satisfied? Not at all. I knew her, right? I was drunk and it meant nothing. It’s ancient history: Silurian, Devonian, carbon Game Nothing for the next years. A man has to make sure of where he belongs. Between someone’s legs? No, to whom. Hi, dad. So Roman was already born. I knew her, didn’t I? They both kicked me out. Go to her; she’ll forgive you. Who do you mean? Who’ll forgive him?


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