She’d lingered way too long, but the need to spell it out was quite dire.  Alright she’d given him signs, she’d even entered the fray of his mind and tried to pass unnoticed, but if you cut to the chase none of this had worked.

Drifting in his subconscious had been useless, there was no how, it was just a steady draft of random ideas flowing along, and trembling she decided it was time for a rash move.

Focused all her energy, she pushed past the doggy memories of ball fetching and walkies, “Maximillian, you’re a girl not a boy.”

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