She remembered the first time she walked into the local diner after her transition began. The air had gone dead silent. The clatter of forks against ceramic stopped. She had kept her spine straight, her chin parallel to the checkered floor, and ordered her sweet tea.
Rolling green mountains, hidden swimming holes with water as clear as glass, and sunsets that bled purple across the delta.
As long as you don't make a scene, we will pretend you are invisible.
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