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Gender Traitor
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Love. I had love before. I had a wife, I had a son. I loved them. I loved to hear her laughter, to smell her hair when she'd hug me, to kiss her in the morning. I loved to see my son crawl around while sh pretends to chase him. I loved to watch the sunset caress her face  the way I did once the sun was down. I loved that. But that love is not allowed when you are a gender traitor.
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