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... "Smear the Queer" -- games that always seemed to end with me laughed at and bruised. But mostly I just sat there. I listened to the sounds of suburbia: slamming doors, faraway traffic, distant lawnmowers. I watched ants crawling over the earth, endlessly seeking, and bees humming over blossoms and fruit. I smelled fresh grass, dry earth, and rain coming up over the hills in the evening. I ...

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