Hearses and Fun Rides
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Wehen Troyler have Fun at the Amusement park, the bigot tragedy begins...
Troye loved this place. I know. He seems like a little boy to some people often. I smirked and planted a kiss on his head. We giggled.
A babyboomer walked up to us. He was red in the face. He was obviously very homophobic. So of course it was logical he would punch me. I realized that there really was no progress that had been made here, in the South. I looked away and silently walked Troye to the nearest ride.
BLAM!
Silence.
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