There was a naked jock on my bed and a thing with tentacles coming out of my toilet. One of these things did not belong, and if you tell me that it was the naked jock, you shouldn't be reading this story.
There was a gay man who lived nearby when I was growing up,_ Harry recounted. __e must have been forty or so, lived alone, and everyone in the neighbourhood knew he was gay. In the winter we threw snowballs at him, shouted __uttfucker_ then ran like mad, convinced he would give us one up the backside if he caught us. But he never came after us, just pulled his hat further down over his ears and walked home. One day, suddenly, he moved. He never did anything to me, and I__e always wondered why I hated him so much.___eople are afraid of what they don__ understand. And hate what they__e afraid of.
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There was a gay man who lived nearby when I was growing up,_ Harry recounted. __e must have been forty or so, lived alone, and everyone in the neighbourhood knew he was gay. In the winter we threw snowballs at him, shouted __uttfucker_ then ran like mad, convinced he would give us one up the backside if he caught us. But he never came after us, just pulled his hat further down over his ears and walked home. One day, suddenly, he moved. He never did anything to me, and I__e always wondered why I hated him so much.___eople are afraid of what they don__ understand. And hate what they__e afraid of.
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