Things Slip Through
she sniffed, her anger dampened by a tide of heavy loneliness, “s-stop saying that.”
Bob pushed back from the ice, folding his arms. “Come on. It’s true. Sorry princess, ya gotta grow up an face the facts sometime, right? First off, there’s Timmy Johnson, livin right at the end of South Street? He’s a pain. All he does is complain that Daddy beats him when he’s drunk cause poor Timmy likes to write poetry, which makes Daddy worried he’s a fag, so he tries to beat the gay out of him every now an then . . . ”
“S-stop it, stop it . . . ”
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