I Despise Bras
Bras I despise worse than wood ticks in my skin.
Worse than mice turds, even worse than rattle snakes.
I would rather be thrown into a wolf pit than wear one.
Mother smiled at her six-year-old child.
“Not to worry,” she told him. “You are a boy.”
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