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7. My Favourite Game – The Cardigans
Alan had always been interested in sports. He loved playing rugby and was good at it, to bout. Cars, motorcycles, anything with an engine in it and he’d be interested. All out he seemed like the father’s perfect son. There was only one problem: he’d never liked girls. While other boys stopped thinking that girls had cooties, he never did. He thought women were aesthetically beautiful, but he was never attracted to them. He thought that the broad shoulders or hard muscles of a man, seemed all the more appealing than the soft lines and curves of women. He never had a crisis. He felt the way he felt, without losing his mind over it. He didn’t lose any sleep over it. There was no need to keep it a secret, he thought. So he told his parents. His once proud father kicked him out at once and he stood there staring at the door for the longest time. He was hurting, but didn’t really regret it. He moved in with a friend and became happy. Then he met Nick and everything was perfect. But he was always remembering how he had lost his father and his favourite game. |
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