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‘I didn’t think this was that big of a deal,’ he said softly. ‘I genuinely didn’t think it was the sort of thing you’d get yourself into trouble over, I just thought it was... a way of defining yourself.’
‘It is,’ I said. ‘It defines me and it is me. It’s not a badge I can take on and off. It’s me twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. I have to think about that part of myself all the time.’
‘All the time?’ He looked at me, eyebrows furrowed.
‘All the time,’ I repeated.