Beauty and the Bastard
L. G. Ausmushiccup you just gestured to all of methe weird senior in the seat next to mestares at you with my neurodivergent little facei can't stop staring at her tttt face
"Michael!"
"What's bullshit?" Timmy asked, tilting his dark head of hair as curiosity clouded his blue eyes. He had my dad's hair, brown, commonly mistaken for black when it wasn't looked at closely.
Dad stiffened. "Uh...it's..." He looked at mom, but she crossed her arms and shook her head. "You got yourself into it, Mike. You can get out of it."
Timmy looked between them. "What is it?"
Dad cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. "Well, Timmy. It is a very mean thing to say about bulls. It hurts their feelings. So best we not say it, yeah?"
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