“Can I keep the flower?” “There are tons of them around here, we’ll find more. Do you like flowers? Me too.” “Really? A kid in my class called me a fag.” “Why did he say that?” “Because I asked the teacher about the jasmines on the playground. They smell good.” Next time, you bash that idiot kid’s face in, thought Juan, but he said: “There’s nothing bad about being a fag.”
