Warnings: None, enjoy!
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"Oh, the potion? It was just water with blueberry and strawberry flavoring. I didn't do anything to you. I just helped you."
"So I was bisexual the whole time, just, on my own? I didn't need anything to make me bisexual or someone to tell me who or what I am?"
"No. It was all you."
"Then let me ask you this: How am I bisexual in the first place? In all my 17 years, I've always been told that people decide to be part of that community, but I've never agreed with that statement. I just didn't have a better explanation."
"Well, I'll just leave it at this: We don't decide who we are, no one can tell us who we are. It's our experiences and personal preferences, the paths that we take that mold us into who we are."
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AcciónThe writer scolded herself. "How could you be so stupid? I mean, to think anyone would want to actually read this? What's wrong with you?" "Nothing!" she defended. "It's perfectly normal to do this! Writing is often used to express opinions and fact...
