Queer Orphanage

Queer Orphanage | An excerpt from Kasia’s old notebooks

I’d probably forgotten everything. I’d forgotten why we were where we were, I’d forgotten the nature of our friendship, why I was different from the others. Actually, did I even know?

But I knew very well why he was special. Or so I thought, but looking back now, I don’t think I knew that either, not well enough.

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