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one day when I was 12 I thought... maybe I like boys because I’m just sick of girls. 😩😖

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It had always been, but now I would have to face just how miserable my life really was. Again, I would have to face the real me- that scrawny, suffering, little tree. I think Woody’s such a sweetheart. Honestly it’s cute. 🙌🙂 and his dad... sigh, I mean, I understand his LOATHING of his son for selfish reasons- favoring the stronger older boy of his, i get that, it’s horrible, but I get that, you know? But, not even caring that your own son had been abused by an older man? Thats not even cruel anymore. There’s something almost sadistic in the way he could care less about his own sons feelings. Forget the family’s image and care about your own flesh and blood selflessly not just for your own benefit. Thank god Woody has real friends, an AMAZING pastor, a good mother, a willingly cooaperative principal, and a sweetheart like Lucas to hold his hand... great story Ronyx 🥳 I just recently found ur work with this story two weeks ago and you seem like sweetheart at heart💜 I really love it thanks!🍰here’s your cake 😉

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Yeah ok C-swifty. Just don’t forget to bring our Flukies coupons & my blanks so I can wear them when we get to business. Mmk?

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