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Title: Frog Prince | ||
Marshall sees her crying, tear tracks silvery in the monitor’s light.
“
Miss Bowman? Hey excuse me—I…” He holds out the crumpled
tissue. They talk about Joni Mitchell, Rambaldi and fate. “
Are you gay?” He blinks, trying to process when the next part penetrates—“It’s
just that every cute guy I’ve ever met turns out to be gay.” She smiles at him and he knows now that the storybooks were wrong.
It doesn’t
require a kiss to turn a frog into a prince. Just a smile A single beautiful smile.
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