"I said one magazine and one candy-thing, Matty," Bobby called after the boy when he dashed off with a suspicious amount of enthusiasm. He looked at Sammy, who was in the shopping cart, looking at him with his big dark eyes and blowing a spit bubble. "What sweet do you want? I already got your bananas. I know not to forget those."
Tragic had been the day that they'd run out of bananas.
Bobby reached up to rub his face while pushing the shopping cart further a bit, which was when he bumped into someone. He quickly pulled the cart back and looked, apologising already. "Sorry, I wasn't lookin', sorry."
He was looking now and his eyes widened a little. That was a lot of make-up on a guy. "Wow."
"Not a problem." Huh. What a handsome fella. Talk about built. Wasn't he just the exact sort of farmhand he found himself daydreaming about yesterday? Raising an eyebrow at the wow, he smirked to himself and then leaned forward on the cart handles. "See something you like?"
"Booooobbbby. Sammy likes oreos so we should get oreos." Matty explained very wisely as he put them in the cart, turning to look at the guy Bobby hit. Why did he look like that? He squinted and frowned. "Is he a witch?"
No, he had no filter still, Matty just said it as he said it. Michael huffed an amused laugh. "If I was, I would use my powers to summon shopping, not go all the way here in person."
"What did I tell you, Matty? Don't talk about people in front of them. No such thing as witches." They called that something, didn't they? He'd seen it in movies and read about it. Gothic. Something like that. "Would be handy to have shoppin' magic though."
"Oreos, I want to have oreos," Sam requested, politely enough, since his brother had brought it up. It seemed a lot more interesting than whatever that witch argument was. "Do you have oreos?" He asked the person Bobby was talking to. He assumed that would be the only point to him.
"Sorry, man, they don't got no manners. I blame their dad."
"You hear that vague noise of childlike excitement that's deeply annoying us all?" Michael asked and yes, in the background, there was a sound of a child laughing and yelling loudly. And then suddenly, said child came running down the aisle and shot by Matty, almost hitting him. "That one is mine. So if you wish to talk about manners, you won't get shame here."
He took a deep inhale and raised his voice with about the same amount of shame Raphael had. "Oi! This isn't a monkey's tea party! Get your arse back here."
"Lucifer is gonna get me!" Raphael squealed with delight, hiding from his brother.
With a sigh, Michael looked at Sam and then back at Bobby. "Wanna trade?"
"I mean, apparently the devil's after him, so you can understand he's got problems." Lucifer? Bobby watched as someone that seemed about their age stalked up the the boy that was apparently with the gothic one, catching him around the middle and lifting him up. The tiny kid was happily screaming and Sam had gotten up, standing in the shopping cart as he looked around.
"Where's the monkey?!" And where would that monkey's tea party be? Sam felt that was worth investigating, so he wanted to get out of the cart now.
Lucifer stood with Raphael in his arms, looking from Bobby to Michael and grinning. "Am I interrupting? Didn't mean to mess with your game."
"Shut up, we're making friends with the locals. Sorry about him, he's the devil. Literally. Lucifer, say hello and be polite." Michael commanded as he watched Raphael squirm around in his brother's arms, all red faced and excited. "We're new in town, just finding our feet. We were the ones who moved in down Oak street."
He assumed Bobby would know what that meant because everyone else seemed to every time they had a conversation about it. Apparently it had been empty for quite some time, blah, blah, blah.
Matty climbed up the cart, very safely, and looked at his brother. "There's no monkey, he just talks all funny."
"There is no monkey?" Nothing could have disappointed Sammy more, his face showing the crushing sadness. He did, however, get distracted when he saw what Matty was holding, smiling again. "Oreos!" It was a good day after all.
"Right, yeah. I heard someone's in that old place now. Must need a lot of TLC, huh? Hope you're handy." Bobby considered the other's hands as he said that, noticing the black fingernails. Oh boy.
"Mikey's excellent with his hands," Lucifer boasted, trying to be a good wingman. And then getting Raphael by the ankles to hold him upside down. "Hold still, you little rascal!"
Bobby looked at the devil playing with the tiny kid and then back at Michael. "I'm just outside town. The junkyard, that's me."
Bobby knocked on the door of the house, taking a step back and looking it over. Not the worst, he supposed, some work on the hinges, perhaps a fresh coat of paint down the line. If that was the state of the house in general, they weren't in as much trouble as he'd feared.
"It's me, Bobby! I brought your car, it's good as new." At least the engine ran smoothly, anyway.
It was still before lunchtime, Sam was in day care and Matty at school, so he had time to take care of some stuff, such as bringing the car over personally.
Michael opened the door, looking at Bobby with a smile before holding his hand out to take his keys back. "You really are a miracle worker. Wonders never cease with you, do they?" Michael pushed the door open a little more and gestured towards the inside of his house. "Would you like to come in? Given you drove all this way, I feel like I owe you a cup of coffee."
The house wasn't really decorated yet. Nothing really was. Some work had been done but new paint and wallpaper were hiding issues, not fixing them.
"Everyone is out so it's just me. I'm quite relieved. It's nice to have some alone time." Especially away from Lucifer.
"Yeah, I can imagine. I hate people." Bobby walked into the house, then realised how it sounded. Usually he made at least some attempt to mask how much of a grump he could be, so he tried now too. "Sometimes, yanno."
He shrugged his shoulders and turned to look at Michael, raising a hand to take his hat off. He'd been raised with some manners, at least. "I'd not say no to a cup of coffee if you're offerin'."
"I can't say I'm wildly fond of people but they have their purposes." Michael found how blunt and open Bobby was somewhat fascinating. He liked it, he really did, he hadn't ever met anyone who was that blunt and open... well, besides Gabriel but he honestly felt he had issues, not a easy going personality like Bobby.
He turned on the coffee machine and watched Bobby enter. As he did, the floorboards groaned unhappily under foot. They were prone to doing that, Michael had tuned it out. "Got some time off from babysitting?"
"Yeah, Sammy's at day-care. One of the ladies runs one in town, really saves my ass. And Matty's at school and so far I haven't gotten a call over him having gotten in a fight yet, so it's a good day." He was counting his blessings, such as they were. Bobby was inspecting the floorboards, moving on them with a frown on his face. Yeah, that needed fixing, As did the kitchen front, now that he had a look at it.
"Damn. How are you getting along with those repairs?"
"I'm excited for Raphael to start school. Right now, me and Lucifer have to bounce him between us." But it was good to know that there was a daycare. Then he could dump the kid there for a few hours. It was good for them to all get some alone time and Raphael was too young to get or appreciate that yet.
He poured the coffee into a cup and slid it along to Bobby, looking around at the question. "The repairs?" Oh. Right. Those. "They're going." Nowhere. "We hit a few hitches and it slowed us down." And they didn't want to.
For the most part, this place wasn't half bad as far as scenes went. He had to drive out of town to pick up anyone and grindr really helped him to connect but he found people and he had his fun. Sex was exciting, he couldn't have imagined it would be as good as it was after all they had been taught. Lucifer did it often, talked about it non-stop, but he had the benefit of picking up women.
And aside from the times he was an idiot and went for someone's wife or girlfriend, it was relatively risk free. Michael, however, lacked the safety of straightness.
He made a dodgy move at the bar, misread a signal and the guy was not best pleased. When the guy stormed off, he assumed it was just a matter of avoidance from now on and no eye contact. Whoops!
What he didn't expect was to be decked in the car park. The fucker didn't just leave, he went to get his mates. Who were currently shoving him up against his car and sucker punching him in the gut.
Usually, Bobby wasn't out this time of night. However, Matty was sleeping over at a friend's tonight - and he always liked to nurture Matty genuinely befriending anyone. He had taken the opportunity and arranged for Sammy to stay the night at a friendly woman that just adored the boy. He called her granny and since she actually spoke Spanish, Bobby had a suspicion Sammy actually thought she was his granny. Whatever, it meant that Bobby had a free night.
Originally he'd still meant to spend it home alone, but something had made him venture out instead. Maybe it was the thought of what he was missing out on at the back of his mind somewhere, a voice sounding suspiciously like Michael's.
Only he had gone out and found that it really wasn't anything he'd missed in any shape or form, so after a beer awkwardly sipped at the bar, he'd headed back to his truck. He turned on the radio and listened to some music as he sat in the seat, debating what to do that wouldn't be as pathetic as riding home alone.
Then he heard voices and the sound of punches.
"Fuckin' pervert freak!"
"Can't believe we got a fag like that out here. Real little cocksucker!"
Bobby was already out of the car and running over, disgusted by the sight of that many guys around one victim. "HEY! Get the fuck away from him, what's wrong with y'all?"
He grabbed one by the shoulder and pulled him back. "Fucking cowards!"
"Bobby?" Of course they recognised him, they all knew him around here. "Calm down, man. That little perv was the one comin' on to me, gotta teach him a lesson."
Bobby scoffed and it was only now that he looked at the victim in question. Recognising Michael went through him like a jolt and he stepped closer to him without thinking. "He's got to get standards if he was hittin' on an ugly fuck like you. But if you start beatin' on folks for having bad taste, you'd have to go after your own mother and she deserves better than that, having an idjit like you for a son."
Michael cursed to himself, he was going to swell and fucking bruise. His face too, of all fucking places. He was glad they swapped to working his torso because he really didn't need to show that sort of thing off when dropping the boys off at school. He doubled over in pain and tried to slide down the truck but they weren't easing up their grip. They hauled him up for another hit and then stopped.
Oh, that voice. That beautiful, sexy voice. He smiled despite himself and how much his face ached, just thrilled to see a friendly face.
He watched one of the guys who'd decked him come up to Bobby. He placed a hand on his chest, getting between him and the guy he'd hit on. "Woah, chill. Are you kidding me man? You're okay with this sort of shit in our town?"
"Boys, boys, you can paw at me after you buy me more drinks. Mind getting off?" Michael yanked one arm free but the other was stubbornly held by a crushing pressure.
"Bobby, come on, you can't be okay with this. You got kids and you want a pervert walking around like this."
"Let fucking go of him. Seems more like you're the kinda people I'd not want around my boys." They certainly didn't seem to want to get their hands off Michael. Bobby took another step closer to him, gesturing to the guy that was still holding on to him. "If you want to beat on him, you've gotta go through me."
And he didn't really see any of them lining up for that. Sure, they were enough that they'd have likely managed to overwhelm him by sheer numbers, but he was sure to put the hurt on them something fierce. Honestly, he was trained and none of them were, so he'd still put his money on himself. "Leave. Him. Be."
"...fine." The guy that had initially been hit on threw his hands up and backed off a step, glaring at Michael. "You fucking faggot better watch yourself. Queer!"
"Noted. Asshole." Michael dropped onto the floor of the car park, leaning against his shitty car as he raised his hand to his face. Yeah, no, that was going to bruise. Fuck.
"You save my car from engine failure, my house from collapse and now my arse from a kicking." Michael laughed weakly as he looked up at Bobby, wondering how the hell he got a guy like that. Some sort of cosmic accident? The only thing that would make it better was if Bobby was vibing on him for real. With a huff, he forced himself up and blinked painfully. Ow. Fuck. His eye hurt.
"Thanks, I owe you one." And hopefully that repayment would allow them to just never speak of this again. This wasn't really something he wanted to broadcast.
"You don't owe me nothin', man. Not for this." Bobby wouldn't hear of it. He put a hand on Michael's hip to try and stabilise him, looking at his face that was still swelling, the bruise getting more pronounced. "You shouldn't be drivin' like that. Come over to my truck, I'll take you to my place."
It was closer, after all. Made sense. He led the way to his truck, looking at Michael with obvious concern. "We can ice it right away. Keeps the swelling down."
Lucifer had come down to breakfast a little late, somewhat hungover and not very awake. Therefore, he had missed it at first. But then he had half-heard Michael telling Raphael something about having fallen over and then he looked up, a bite of oatmeal halfway to his mouth.
He closed his mouth, his eyes narrowed. But the kids were right there and so he grabbed his phone to text.
who?
He sent it off and then called out to Michael. "Mikey, your phone. Could be important."
"Do you need a band-aid? Gabriel gave me one yesterday when I fell." Raphael explained as he looked at his brother's hurt face and wondered if he had also been running after making himself dizzy. That was not good, no matter how smart and funny it sounded.
"I'm fine, honestly. Just eat your oatmeal." Michael assured the boy as he pushed the bowl close to him and gestured at Gabriel to do the same. "Sometimes adults fall, they're stupid. It's not worth thinking about. It's been kissed better, now we move on." And boy was it ever kissed better.
He heard his phone vibrate and then looked up, locking eyes with Lucifer. He read the text and raised an eyebrow.
"Mikey isn't dumb, he's really smart." Raphael disagreed, unsure why someone so smart fell because Luci always told him silly boys fell. Maybe you could be silly and smart. He took a bite of his breakfast and then looked at Gabriel. "They also use frozen peas."
"We can afford neither right now." Michael agreed as he looked at his phone again and texted Lucifer back swiftly.
No.
"Besides, I iced it yesterday. I'm feeling pretty good." He wasn't, his face hurt and his chest and stomach hurt any time he bent forward or move too suddenly. Not that he was admitting to that. "No steaks, no peas." He paused and looked at Lucifer. No names.
He felt that much was obvious. Really, it was a miracle he could even walk if he'd been bashed yesterday. Lucius wanted to know the names to make them hurt and to also mock them for being wimps.
"We could freeze peas. We have a freezer. Frozen peas are not very expensive." Gabriel was noting some of the obvious and also telling Raphael, so he'd know. "You don't look good, Michael."
"Are you going to go to the hospital?" Raphael asked with wide, terrified eyes. Michael sighed and gestured at Raphael pointedly, hoping Lucifer took the damn hint. Ah, gesturing hurt, he winced and then awkwardly reached out to pat Raphael's head.
"You're upsetting Raphael. If I say I'm fine, I'm fine. Honestly, Raphie, it's all good. I'm fine." Michael smiled at the boy and then got up from his seat, walking over to get some coffee and get some space from the questions. This was going to be a long week.
How the fuck was he supposed to avoid homophobic assholes in a small town?
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Tragic had been the day that they'd run out of bananas.
Bobby reached up to rub his face while pushing the shopping cart further a bit, which was when he bumped into someone. He quickly pulled the cart back and looked, apologising already. "Sorry, I wasn't lookin', sorry."
He was looking now and his eyes widened a little. That was a lot of make-up on a guy. "Wow."
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"Booooobbbby. Sammy likes oreos so we should get oreos." Matty explained very wisely as he put them in the cart, turning to look at the guy Bobby hit. Why did he look like that? He squinted and frowned. "Is he a witch?"
No, he had no filter still, Matty just said it as he said it. Michael huffed an amused laugh. "If I was, I would use my powers to summon shopping, not go all the way here in person."
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"Oreos, I want to have oreos," Sam requested, politely enough, since his brother had brought it up. It seemed a lot more interesting than whatever that witch argument was. "Do you have oreos?" He asked the person Bobby was talking to. He assumed that would be the only point to him.
"Sorry, man, they don't got no manners. I blame their dad."
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He took a deep inhale and raised his voice with about the same amount of shame Raphael had. "Oi! This isn't a monkey's tea party! Get your arse back here."
"Lucifer is gonna get me!" Raphael squealed with delight, hiding from his brother.
With a sigh, Michael looked at Sam and then back at Bobby. "Wanna trade?"
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"Where's the monkey?!" And where would that monkey's tea party be? Sam felt that was worth investigating, so he wanted to get out of the cart now.
Lucifer stood with Raphael in his arms, looking from Bobby to Michael and grinning. "Am I interrupting? Didn't mean to mess with your game."
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He assumed Bobby would know what that meant because everyone else seemed to every time they had a conversation about it. Apparently it had been empty for quite some time, blah, blah, blah.
Matty climbed up the cart, very safely, and looked at his brother. "There's no monkey, he just talks all funny."
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"Right, yeah. I heard someone's in that old place now. Must need a lot of TLC, huh? Hope you're handy." Bobby considered the other's hands as he said that, noticing the black fingernails. Oh boy.
"Mikey's excellent with his hands," Lucifer boasted, trying to be a good wingman. And then getting Raphael by the ankles to hold him upside down. "Hold still, you little rascal!"
Bobby looked at the devil playing with the tiny kid and then back at Michael. "I'm just outside town. The junkyard, that's me."
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"It's me, Bobby! I brought your car, it's good as new." At least the engine ran smoothly, anyway.
It was still before lunchtime, Sam was in day care and Matty at school, so he had time to take care of some stuff, such as bringing the car over personally.
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The house wasn't really decorated yet. Nothing really was. Some work had been done but new paint and wallpaper were hiding issues, not fixing them.
"Everyone is out so it's just me. I'm quite relieved. It's nice to have some alone time." Especially away from Lucifer.
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He shrugged his shoulders and turned to look at Michael, raising a hand to take his hat off. He'd been raised with some manners, at least. "I'd not say no to a cup of coffee if you're offerin'."
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He turned on the coffee machine and watched Bobby enter. As he did, the floorboards groaned unhappily under foot. They were prone to doing that, Michael had tuned it out. "Got some time off from babysitting?"
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"Damn. How are you getting along with those repairs?"
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He poured the coffee into a cup and slid it along to Bobby, looking around at the question. "The repairs?" Oh. Right. Those. "They're going." Nowhere. "We hit a few hitches and it slowed us down." And they didn't want to.
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And aside from the times he was an idiot and went for someone's wife or girlfriend, it was relatively risk free. Michael, however, lacked the safety of straightness.
He made a dodgy move at the bar, misread a signal and the guy was not best pleased. When the guy stormed off, he assumed it was just a matter of avoidance from now on and no eye contact. Whoops!
What he didn't expect was to be decked in the car park. The fucker didn't just leave, he went to get his mates. Who were currently shoving him up against his car and sucker punching him in the gut.
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Originally he'd still meant to spend it home alone, but something had made him venture out instead. Maybe it was the thought of what he was missing out on at the back of his mind somewhere, a voice sounding suspiciously like Michael's.
Only he had gone out and found that it really wasn't anything he'd missed in any shape or form, so after a beer awkwardly sipped at the bar, he'd headed back to his truck. He turned on the radio and listened to some music as he sat in the seat, debating what to do that wouldn't be as pathetic as riding home alone.
Then he heard voices and the sound of punches.
"Fuckin' pervert freak!"
"Can't believe we got a fag like that out here. Real little cocksucker!"
Bobby was already out of the car and running over, disgusted by the sight of that many guys around one victim. "HEY! Get the fuck away from him, what's wrong with y'all?"
He grabbed one by the shoulder and pulled him back. "Fucking cowards!"
"Bobby?" Of course they recognised him, they all knew him around here. "Calm down, man. That little perv was the one comin' on to me, gotta teach him a lesson."
Bobby scoffed and it was only now that he looked at the victim in question. Recognising Michael went through him like a jolt and he stepped closer to him without thinking. "He's got to get standards if he was hittin' on an ugly fuck like you. But if you start beatin' on folks for having bad taste, you'd have to go after your own mother and she deserves better than that, having an idjit like you for a son."
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Oh, that voice. That beautiful, sexy voice. He smiled despite himself and how much his face ached, just thrilled to see a friendly face.
He watched one of the guys who'd decked him come up to Bobby. He placed a hand on his chest, getting between him and the guy he'd hit on. "Woah, chill. Are you kidding me man? You're okay with this sort of shit in our town?"
"Boys, boys, you can paw at me after you buy me more drinks. Mind getting off?" Michael yanked one arm free but the other was stubbornly held by a crushing pressure.
"Bobby, come on, you can't be okay with this. You got kids and you want a pervert walking around like this."
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And he didn't really see any of them lining up for that. Sure, they were enough that they'd have likely managed to overwhelm him by sheer numbers, but he was sure to put the hurt on them something fierce. Honestly, he was trained and none of them were, so he'd still put his money on himself. "Leave. Him. Be."
"...fine." The guy that had initially been hit on threw his hands up and backed off a step, glaring at Michael. "You fucking faggot better watch yourself. Queer!"
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"You save my car from engine failure, my house from collapse and now my arse from a kicking." Michael laughed weakly as he looked up at Bobby, wondering how the hell he got a guy like that. Some sort of cosmic accident? The only thing that would make it better was if Bobby was vibing on him for real. With a huff, he forced himself up and blinked painfully. Ow. Fuck. His eye hurt.
"Thanks, I owe you one." And hopefully that repayment would allow them to just never speak of this again. This wasn't really something he wanted to broadcast.
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It was closer, after all. Made sense. He led the way to his truck, looking at Michael with obvious concern. "We can ice it right away. Keeps the swelling down."
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He closed his mouth, his eyes narrowed. But the kids were right there and so he grabbed his phone to text.
who?
He sent it off and then called out to Michael. "Mikey, your phone. Could be important."
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"I'm fine, honestly. Just eat your oatmeal." Michael assured the boy as he pushed the bowl close to him and gestured at Gabriel to do the same. "Sometimes adults fall, they're stupid. It's not worth thinking about. It's been kissed better, now we move on." And boy was it ever kissed better.
He heard his phone vibrate and then looked up, locking eyes with Lucifer. He read the text and raised an eyebrow.
No one.
Drop it.
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Lucifer smiled serenely at his big brother and then looked at Raphael. "Yeah, your big bro's just clumsy. Bit of a dumb-dumb, don't you think?"
Gabriel was looking at Michael with concern. "Have you tried putting a steak on it? They do that in cartoons."
"If we could afford steak, we'd cook it, not decorate Mikey." Lucifer felt that was fair enough.
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"We can afford neither right now." Michael agreed as he looked at his phone again and texted Lucifer back swiftly.
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"Besides, I iced it yesterday. I'm feeling pretty good." He wasn't, his face hurt and his chest and stomach hurt any time he bent forward or move too suddenly. Not that he was admitting to that. "No steaks, no peas." He paused and looked at Lucifer. No names.
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He felt that much was obvious. Really, it was a miracle he could even walk if he'd been bashed yesterday. Lucius wanted to know the names to make them hurt and to also mock them for being wimps.
"We could freeze peas. We have a freezer. Frozen peas are not very expensive." Gabriel was noting some of the obvious and also telling Raphael, so he'd know. "You don't look good, Michael."
"You look like shit," Lucifer agreed.
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"You're upsetting Raphael. If I say I'm fine, I'm fine. Honestly, Raphie, it's all good. I'm fine." Michael smiled at the boy and then got up from his seat, walking over to get some coffee and get some space from the questions. This was going to be a long week.
How the fuck was he supposed to avoid homophobic assholes in a small town?
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