I told him that it'd be quicker if he shot me. He didn't shoot me. I don't remember who he was. An uncle? A friend of my aunt's? Maybe some random guy who just really hates gays, or coffee. What an idiot. I love coffee. I hate gays though. You ruined being gay for me.
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40 Ways to Say I Love You
Short Story40 Ways To Say I Love You 17. "Eat Something" It's sweet that they care. You used to care too. And now you're dead.
