There was nothing that ruffled Donny’s feathers more
than the morning we woke up together in his bed, side by side as usual—he in his sky blue pajamas and I in a black lace teddy, the heavy curtains still closed against the day but it being probably already seven o’clock in the morning—and I was black. (Well, not black but brown.) Not that he didn’t find…
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