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It was just that maybe she was better suited to another space, another world: a misfit peach, unsatisfied with its home tree and dreaming of growing on a different tree.
“Aren’t you yourself a girl? You don’t like girls? You mean you like boys?!”
Sometimes she even suspected that the life she now had as an adult wasn’t the product of personal effort but rather the result of a formless snarl of nameless hands pushing her to where she now stood.
