Between the Lines
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He was your normal, well-liked athlete, but I wasn't.
I liked men,
He, "didn't".
Why, then, was I so fixated on him-the elegant manner in which he struck the ball when I watched from the back of the gym, and the foolish smile he wore in front of everyone?
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