When I was a kid back in middle school, I had a crush on this girl, let’s call her Patty.
She wasn’t the most popular or beautiful girl in class, but I kinda’ liked her.
Of course, she had no idea I was alive.
Or so I thought, until one day she walked straight up to my desk and started rubbing my hair.
I was shocked at first, but then I just closed my eyes and went with it.
I remember the soft caress of her fingers in my mop of curls. She seemed to massage every inch of my scalp. Then she asked, “Where are they?”
“Where are what?” I asked.
“Your horns,” she said….
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