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"Are you sure?" Liz asks her son, looking at his shaking hands. He nods his head, faking a smile. "Luke, sit down. I need to ask you something."

Luke looks at his mom, then sits in a chair. The one farthest away from her. She closes her magazine, looking back at her son.

"You're always honest to me, right?"

"O-of course mom. I'd never lie to you. What did you want to ask?"

"Promise you won't hate me?"

Luke nods his head. His mom was acting weird. Different. He'd never seen her this serious. Yes, he's seen her serious. But not like this.

"Are y-you gay?"

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