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Beverly, your girlfriend, had grown accustomed to the bullying from Gretta and her clique, 'the foxes.' We kept things innocent—just kisses on the neck—even if our parents hated that we were both girls. Hidden in a bathroom stall together, my lips were on yours when the door flew open with a kick. Gretta. 'Are you alone, Bev, or is that dyke girlfriend hiding with you, you slut!' We jerked apart. 'I know you’re in there! Pieces of shit—I can smell you!' I caught your eye and shrugged. 'Make up your mind, Gretta.' 'So which is it?' you asked, voice steady. 'Are we sluts or are we shit?' 'Yeah,' I added, 'decide.' Gretta sneered while one of her friends began filling a plastic bag with dirty water from a toilet. 'You’re disgusting. Fucking lesbians. Just wanted to remind you.' The…