“Only an obnoxious teenage punk honks their horn like that.” My dad looks at me. “An obnoxious teenage boy punk.” Good Lord. “It’s not like that,” I sputter, my brain scrambling. “He’s…Phoenix is gay.” My dad blinks. “Oh.” I take the opportunity to sprint toward the front door. “Love you. Buh-bye. See you at one.”
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