As I was buying milk this morning, I happened to notice these two guys, on their morning walk. And caught myself staring at them.
Now, I, like any other normal woman, do notice men, but I do not stare.
This time I knew I was staring, knew I was being rude and still could not take my eyes off them.
The two of them were walking, holding hands.
The milkman must have wondered what I was fixated with, he must've noticed me staring, gaping even...for I'm not normally the sort to dawdle around.
Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands? ~ Ernest Gaines
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