A close call, but not as bad as ter. In t feill s during tions, and overalk.

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    I looked at my  of proportion.

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    quot;And toes.quot;

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    quot;Billy ... stop.quot;

    I resolved t nigo become a true boy and begin paying closer at-tention to  be considered normal. Once sucake  very oes and invite furticism, but I could stretc of me a bit eac and keep up  a point to avoid Dad as much as possible.

    trigued me as a o ingratiate myself  listening to crooners on t dial in ticularly on a Sunday. Bac my ant past. But I o figure ao mention my interest  Mom realizing t e conversa-tions could be ter  or intimate. Fortunately, t Cmas, my distant grandparents sent toy piano. No bigger t, it produced but a tinny octave of notes, and from Ney coat. I rescued toy and sat in tunes from distant memory. My sisters, as usual,  like tranced yogis as I tested my memory on ted range. Dust rag in ood in tening intently. From tcc completely unexpected.

    In ting time betune of sorts, and gradually revealed my native talent, but s t. My sc drop t t a ook music lessons, rips, I pretended t til my fato cut t out. I made a point of  fe beg, but bided my time, until so believe t played out o ty to see a m