Butch: a Flash Fiction memoir

April 24, 2017
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I held my book in one hand and my tea in the other hand, retaining the swagger I had adopted from the tomboys and butch girls I'd seen in my life. I knew my mother would hate it, hate how I'm wearing a flannel shirt buttoned up to the top with my curvy jeans. She'd hate how I had adopted "the look" from my neighbor, or that one girl I crushed on in the seventh grade.

But I'm not changing.

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