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now I want to prove it. I want some gay ID card
to whip out like a cop badge. Or I could demonstrate in other ways. God. I would happily demonstrate.
“Excuse me, candy corn is a fucking gift,” says Namrata.
“Te quiero. Estoy enamorado.
I don’t know if we’re a love story or a story about love. But I know whatever we are that it’s great because we kept jumping through the hoops in the first place.