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    The Starting Line: Chapter 26

    I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again… when you settle into a routine, when things actually go with some flow, time flies. I mean, when I was on the streets, each day lasted an eternity. Between trying to kill daylight hours till you could start making money, the stretches of time between tricks standing on a corner with nothing to do, or trying to keep dry in a downpour, keeping warm on an exceptionally cold night waiting for the sun to come up… those times felt like the world stopped. You were just stuck in that moment, waiting… The times between meals always felt longer than the times when they came more regularly. I remember in some of my foster homes, counting the days. In the good ones, the days flew until something went wrong and it ended… in the bad ones, the opposite. A day in hell can feel like a month. A week in a shelter feels like forever. Nights at McLaren I swear were twice as long as the daytime hours. I remember one foster home in particular. I was there only two months, but could have sworn at least six had past… So when holidays came and went, birthdays were celebrated, relationships were started and stopped around me, Alice hooked up with Gabby at least three more times, I couldn’t believe how much time passed.

    I finally stayed in one apartment a good length of time. It was an odd mix. There were six of us in a two bedroom. Two twinks I fell in well with after spending all that time with the gay boys on street corners, a serious butch who was obsessed with everything rockabilly, a drag queen who paid more rent than the rest of us in order to secure half the living room to serve as “his” bedroom and “her” costume mini-shop, and a grad student tomboy studying sociology and psychology… I think she had a wealth of specimens to study in our apartment alone. But I was right around the corner from The Planet and not too far from work, so it worked well for me.

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    1. I don’t think I’ve commented before but I love this story and am really glad to see you back with some more fabulous chapters! Touching and sweet this one…

    2. Damn woman, I wait and wait some more just wishing and hoping and it is truly worth it cause that was effin amazing!!!…hmmm I’m facing hell week or March break as most call it followed right after by my b-day so I won’t send you into debt for the beers, update by then and we’ll call it even :) ooohhh and maybe just a couple of black and green jellybeans.

    3. Another great chapter. it’s bittersweet, though, since we know what comes later. But I’ll stay in your time period and pretend I don’t know what comes later. Thanks for posting again.

    4. I was thinking about this story the other day and was so excited to see an update! Loved the dress shopping — too funny. The ceremony stuff was very well written, too. You do a great job with all the characters. Thanks so much for the update!!

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