The Pain of Transitioning
“Yo Froggy,” my bully said, coming up to me with his girlfriend Noelle. She was the most beautiful girl in the school, and she was Israeli. She had a thick accent and long, long eyelashes, longer than the suffering of her people. She batted them at me as my bully came up to me. It was 2010, and I was in the eighth grade.
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