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-Ethan-
So, there I was, pacing back and forth. My mind, racing, outside the city’s biggest liquor store. Various thoughts consumed my brain. Mostly tainted by uncertainty. With time, I eventually decided to go in.
Within moments upon entering, I spotted what it was I was after. Like a lion hunting its prey- it just had to be mine.
Eyes locked on the target, I immediately snatch up the bottle and quickly proceed to the check-out counter.
That’s when I saw him. A middle-aged man, with wrinkles under his eyes and a tag that read, “Bob”, I wondered… just how open-minded Bob could be.
That simple thought provoked my mind, as I approached the counter.
Following through, I firmly placed the bottle on top. Bob then said,
“You’ve got an ID, son?”
In that instant, my heart began to pound, and my hands un-willingly became shaky and moist. Slowly then, I reached for my wallet, reluctantly pulling out my license.
Bob, with his dark blue collared T and un-shaved face, go’s on to thoroughly examine the license as well as me.
Though, at first baffled, he then hands the ID back, while saying,
“My apologies, Maim.” In a sarcastic short of tone.
I, grudgingly give him the cash, grab the whiskey, and continue to head for the door, (stomach knotted with sickness).
“You had it right the first time.”
No sooner did the words leave my mouth that I once again, regretted my inability to control myself.
“You can play the part of “man” all you want, in the end your still a women.”
I stop dead in my tracks. A look of hate, spreads across my pale face. I then shut my eyes tight, before moving my legs again. One foot, in-front of the other. Fists clenched. Jaws locked, tight.
