I sat under the large oak tree trying to remember why I was here in the first place. When I was given an anonymous letter and told I was asked to accompany someone on a date, it was more of a this is probably fake and not the romantic ending I needed. I have this issue with dealing with reality in a logical way. I've conditioned myself to believe that life is just one big dramatic story, but usually it's just as mundane as always...
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Lost Time
General FictionWe follow a young transgender woman as she navigates life and the gossip mill she lives in. She believes all her friends support her, but things are not always as they seem. Poor Lily
