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... usted, but his mind wouldn’t rest. It kept spinning, kept turning. Kept thinking.
About the fact that he could never have breasts.
He hated that his mind kept circling that damn thought. The worst part? This wasn’t even his first or second time hating that idea. He’d struggled with those kinds of thoughts for a long time. He had always felt a little inferior to his sister. He found that she was prettier, smarter, kinder than Cass ever could be.
He had considered that mayb ...
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