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But Mum, teacher said I can become a boy!
Ann luv, don't be silly. Your teacher is a nincompoop. Two days later came a knock on the door. Mrs May, we're from the government and we're here to help. A bead of sweat dribbled down Mrs May's brow
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Posted in response to @feltbuzz's Zapfic Monday contest
The prompt is Dribble
The image is my own.
