She looked from her hands to the old man."Carol, are you alright?" the old man asked."Thank you," she cried. "I have wanted this for so long. I hate... who I was. I always wanted to be a woman, but I fought it in every way I could. While the other bikers wore their hair long, I shaved my head. Instead of smooth skin, I covered myself in tattoos. I fought every feminine thought by becoming the roughest, crudest person I could imagine. I took my unhappiness out on others." When I realized. Broken so badly that he had left their son in New York. So badly that he was sitting across from me in this booth, talking to me about Houston and how it was nothing like home. So badly that he would search a stranger’s face to find ten more minutes with his wife.I could have cried right then but somehow I didn’t. I could have held his face in my hands and said I was sorry, because I was. I could have told him I loved him, because from that moment I did, because seeing anyone so clearly, having. More

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