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I really don't care for the way you're speaking

  • I really don't care for the way you're speaking to me." "And I really don't care for the way your company left me in the middle

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  • earth region of Minhiriath! I mean, look around you, man! Do you see any trees?" He knew I had a point there. "Well, carry on," he mumbled and POOF, he disappeared. I was pissed.

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  • My genitalia were aching. My bosom particles were shaking. My energy was being taken. I couldn't survive anymore in this haven. I tried calling Jaden, but he was busy eating raisin

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  • bran flakes. "Lemme grind your freaky man cakes," said Jaden. "Let's stick to the formal handshakes," I was persuadin'. "Plus I ain't a man. Hips don't lie, nor do I. I'm Anne."

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  • "Anne," Jayden said through gritted teeth, "I wish you'd made your gender clear before I bought us the tickets on the Men Only Cruise to Mykonos." "I can't lie to you any longer,"

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  • "I am a woman trapped in a man's body, pretending to be a woman, but actually a man, although a very effeminate man, like kind of a Richard Simmons/Sigourney Weaverish deal." Anne

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  • paused, rolled her eyes, and adjusted her bra. "Actually -- I have that backwards." The Modern Gender Ambiguity Contest was a great deal more complicated than Anne had figured. She

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  • then pulled a skirt over her PacSun board shorts, fastened a pearl necklace around her flannel shirt collar, added a flower pin to her fedora, some hair shine spray to her mullet

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  • and slipped on her favorite flip flops. There! She was ready for a long relaxing day at the beach. She just had to grab one more thing that was very important to this special

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  • beach party: her machine gun. Wouldn't want to turn up without one of those! The sun was shining and she couldn't wait.

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