Ace came from broken beer bottles and bruises.
Wendy came from sunday school dresses and perversion.
No one understood that Wendy wanted to be a boy.
No one understood that Ace wanted to be a ballerina.
But they understood each other.
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dysfunctional
Short StoryWendy is not a girl. Ace is as gay as they come. They're dysfunctional together.
