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Oh, A frown tugs at his features, though he does his best to keep his expression blank. I wish I was kind and strong. The thought is abrupt and sour, like biting into a piece of meat only to find it spoiled. For a moment, he's half-afraid he'll blurt it out — but what comes out of his mouth is entirely different. Was he — did people think he was a girl, too?