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at my house on Saturday.

I'll send you the address

if you feel like coming.

- A pajama party?

- It sounds silly, but it'll be fun.

You're an artist.

I knew you'd like it.

There's a guy in the street

staring at us.

No, on the other sidewalk.

- Who was it?

- My boyfriend from the village.

Well, my ex.

He called and said he wanted to see me.

I told him I was with you.

But he kept insisting,

so I saw him earlier.

The thing is, we'd taken some time out

but we never split up.

And then I met you.

Then he isn't your ex.

He is.

What's his name?

Juan.

And when did you take time out?

When you came here?

No, two months before.

So you've been cheating on him

with me.

Technically, yes.

If he hadn't appeared,

would you have told me?

Yes, I would.

Carlos, I'd have told you

but you were showing me the masks.

It's all right, really.

I'll tell you everything

about my life, my boyfriends.

I want to go home.

Carlos, please. It's Saturday.

Look, it threw me.

I just have to take it in.

I'll text you later.

Carlos, please.

I'm coming, I'm coming!

Hello, love. How are you?

I was talking to your mother.

I took a course I want her to do.

As a market trader.

Know what that is?

You can earn a lot...

Laura!

Laura, love!

She's a slut.

She's a f***ing slut.

But you never liked Pablo.

And him?

He's going to be a father

and he sleeps with a slut?

God knows what he's given that baby.

Maybe they'll get back together.

I'd slit my wrists first, I swear.

I don't think it's such a big deal.

Really, I don't understand you.

I hate lies.

Why that expression?

I didn't lie to you.

What if I had been pregnant?

Why bring that up?

- What would you have done?

- We're not talking about that.

What would you have done?

I don't know. I don't know.

I'm 18 and you're 17.

Thanks for coming,

but I'd rather be alone.

He started touching my legs

to take the ants off

and he pulled my skirt up.

I was hysterical

because I hate ants.

And he knew that.

He was making it all up.

In fact, he took a photo

and said if I didn't undress

he'd post it online

and my parents would see it.

F***, that's lousy.

- How long ago was that?

- I was 14.

The worst thing is that now,

when I want to come,

- I think about him.

- No way!

- Yes.

- F***.

- I've never come.

- No?

You've never had an orgasm?

No.

- Have you tried with an older guy?

- No, that's disgusting!

Don't be silly.

If you haven't screwed

a 40-year-old, you haven't screwed.

Your turn, Lola.

What will I tell you?

Tell us about

the first time you came.

No, something heavier.

Go on.

This summer, in a bar,

I met an old boyfriend,

and I went with him

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