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“It doesn't matter if I think like a boy or a girl. It doesn't matter anymore if I'm either or both or neither. All that shit seems so petty and immaterial now. There's so little difference between one human being and the next, it's just hypotheses, human ideas about life and the world and words that mean nothing, about definitions that mean nothing to Earth, to nature, to the universe. Boys and girls and intersex people and me--we're just ideas, and when we're dead, the ideas will go with us. It all means nothing.”

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Golden Boy

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Abigail Tarttelin
Abigail Tarttelin

Abigail Tarttelin is a British novelist born on October 13, 1987. Her works are known for their profound emotions and complex character relationships. more

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