“My father had very specific ideas about how boys should act and think and be. About how his sons in particular should act and think and be.” She’d laced her fingers together on the table in front of her, but not in a relaxed way. As if she were holding them back from doing something infinitely more destructive. But her voice was soft and sweet as whipped cream. “Such as?” “They should be good at sports. They should shout over other people. Make a mess. They should have lots of equally loud and messy friends. They should get laid early and often. Tell bitches to shut up and fuck off if they
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