Up the Tree

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Grabbing the branch above his head, he pulled himself up to the top of the tree.
He climbed up above his home to look out and see the other village kids playing on the ground.
He leant back towards the sturdy trunk of the tree and swung his legs on both sides of the branch he was sitting on.
Removing the leaves and twigs from the patched together dress he hummed with the animals around him providing some helpful noise.
"SAMANTHA GET DOWN FROM THERE RIGHT NOW!"
Maybe one day he could wear what he wanted, have a name that suited him. Maybe one day he could truly be happy.
But today? Today he'd climb back down this tree and act like 'she.'

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