Anna here. Can’t sleep, got a lot on my mind. Anyone feel like talking?

>He’s 31 years old user.
What fucking relevance has that to my post?

Hello again user! I think it’s because we’re stuck here together and after three weeks I’ve been watching his mannerisms and he reminds me of his dad. It’s hard to view him in the traditional mother/son relationship because I didn’t raise him.

>little girl
I’m 47

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>I’m 47
He meant mentally, not physically, you dumb bint

I can't put myself in your shoes.

What are you doing to keep youself occupied?
I've been walking, reading, talking to friends and family on the phone, watching movies and playing games online.

Nah, I’ve been talking about him a while, though your summation made me chuckle.

Good luck. I really don’t care.

You said child, he’s a grown man.

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-watching movies and playing games online.

The traditional mother/son thing makes sense - I remember read about how you found him. The first time I wrote to you was quite a bit before that.

>I can't put myself in your shoes.
What? You can't imagine yourself seduced by one of the most evil men who ever drew breath, oppressor of a nation, when you were underaged, pregnant by him at 15 and now having a full-grown (but publicly unacknowledged) son by this piece of human slime who is now 31 and who now you're starting to feel the stirring of lust because he reminds you of your long-assasinated lover? Just a tale of everyday country folk.

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Well my IQ is 125, I had it tested when /adv/ talked me into seeing a shrink, not bad for a woman.

Watching movies, drawing, and cooking for Julius. We read a lot as well, er, I usually read aloud to him.

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>I really don’t care.

>You said child, he’s a grown man.
But you are claiming he's your progeny - ergo he's your child, you dumb cunt. Unless, of course, he's not your flesh and blood...or, heaven forfend, a product of your fevered imagination?