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... tion stamps in my mind.
My fists curl so tight, my nails dig into my palms as I glare at him.
At the bastard who sold my trust and cost me my home.
The fucker who got me into this mess. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
I remember the smug grin on his face and the glint in his stupid eyes as my Father chased me about the house at gunpoint.
His comforting words flood my mind.
How he told me my sexuality didn’t affect our friendship, and how he said he ...
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