As we walked home, I knew from far away the trees looked nice, the grass looked green, and we looked like just a couple of boys walking home, armed with Midwest love and Bible Belt morals. But up close, the trees were scorched, the grass was dead, and the boys were on the verge of tears with the belt of those morals tightened around their necks, threatening to hang them if they dared step off the stool of masculinity
— Aug 21, 2023 08:58AM
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