i died a little bit, then squeaked out: "I'm a little girl". a young man came down to use the vending machines there, looked at me, and asked conversationally, "Are you a little boy or a little girl?".
One day when i was about 8 or 9, living in some chilly state, i bundled myself up until i looked like a little gray egg, hood over head, the hood's furry fringe making my face a cameo portrait of a round genderless blob, and proceded to wait for my ride in the lobby of my apartment building.
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