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Mar 2012
When I was small I would lie

every single day

and run to the mirror to see if my

nose had grown

because all I wanted was*

to be a real boy.
Pooping out a shortie.
Brad Lambert
Written by
Brad Lambert  Missoula, MT
(Missoula, MT)   
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