A Shared Secret
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Everyone thought he was gay. That she was, too.
It’s funny when the stereotypes clash.
And they become untrue, with so little as a snap.
Some people take in the stereotypes. Make games from them.
Only two people so much as understood the truth about themselves.
There’s two personalities that clash.
And, eventually,
Burn.
Foreword
I snorted, listening to the stage directions. Krystal stood next to me, arguing with Victoria about the set list. I don’t get why we can’t just stick to one thing at a time. Seriously. It burns.
I take a chance and glance over at him.
Who’s he?
I don’t know. I know his name. His traits. But I don’t know him.
I want to, though. And tonight, I’m granting my own wish.
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