“Do you know the gay girl that works in Hy-Vee?” My coworker, Kerrie, asks me this late in our graveyard shift. Eleven hours left. I’ve barely been awake long enough to give her a proper answer. “Not all gay people know each other,” I reply, half snark, half patience. Kerrie shrugs but still eyes meContinue reading “How I Met Her”
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