“I’m Bob,” says Bob, coherently.
He says, “Your shoes are awesome,” and she beams.
The second time Bob sees her, he is sweating buckets.
Bob has to keep up some semblance of masculinity in front of his band.
She just has to be. Everything he thinks she is.
Chapter the penultimate.
Bob doesn’t want to. The end.
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