Deshima Serendipity
By Audrissa
“Will he ever recover?” I heard my father ask. Stop calling me ‘he’, I’m not a ‘he’. I wanted to scream it. I’m not a ‘he’. I’ve never been a ‘he’. I should have told you. I should have fucking told you when I had the chance.
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