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1987, August 5th, Bakersfield CA

You and James have been friends ever since elementary school. And now you were going into 12th grade next year. He was your nest friend, you trusted him with your life. He knew all your darkest secrets. He was basically like a brother to you.

But you didn't want to be seen as "brotherly." You loved James more than anything. Romantically. But since it was the 80s, it wasn't really excepted, so you never spoke out about it. You've loved him for years. You were convinced he was your soalmate.

You both laid in the grass beneath a tree. It was the same tree they've laid together under almost every day for years and years. The leafs made nice shades for your eyes, and the grass was soft and green. They sat in silence, not saying a word to each other. The sun was going down, and crickets started to chirp. There was weird, subtle tension between you and James. Suddenly, he spoke.

"I wish you were a girl."

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