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First published October 10, 2016
Robbie: "Liar. You're crying into your pillow."
Me: "Like a girl."
The house always smelled like Tide on Thursday afternoons. It was probably my most girly feature, but I kind of loved it. I loved the predictability of laundry day.
He's a boy. He has hormones. He has...needs.
"Your hamstrings are tight. Here, sit up. She stood and walked behind me. "Okay, point your toes a little."
"Only because I'm secure in my masculinity." I could practically hear her eye-roll.
"I just feel bad for him, you know? Life is so much harder than it needs to be."
Four years at the same school and the same rink and he could only get 66 percent of the letters in my name correct?
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