Sergio.

I jumped. Sergio was my lover. He had the body I needed to get rid of the molested molecules engraved into my brain by the church that we are both fond of. Fond of. The church knew what I was and the power that I had to be more than a 9-5 person. They kept me molested until I could die of AIDS. I did not want to work for the church. A pastor. How gross. So I found Sergio. They put me to work. They did the same to him so it is not a sad story. I moved on. The church lost. I won. For the first time, I won. I could win.

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