“Those are for the ones who have to hide themselves to survive,” she said. “And this—” she touched the wedding ring, the pin, the photograph, the packer, the breast forms, “—this is for everyone who ever crossed a river and made it to the other side.”
And then the oldest woman Marisol had ever seen walked in. She used a cane, wore a faded “ACT UP” button, and had hands that trembled. She pointed a crooked finger at the woven piece. big dick black shemales
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