I remember an exchange student we had, very briefly, when I was in high school. Her name was Michael – her name. My sister and I went with her to a party in a field with a raging bonfire, and there were other American exchange students there, and one told us he liked to ‘smash’ Budweiser. I have absolutely zero recollection of how we came to have an exchange student, but I was very taken with a female having a traditionally masculine name.
-21 February 2017
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