<p>A man stood outside the gym smoking. He was waiting for his son to leave Ballet. He smoked four cigarettes, much more than he usually did, as he looked through the large windows at his son, pirouetting and bounding with the other young boys. He smoked a pack as his son reached between his legs and removed the sleek, pink tights from his small buttocks, shyly.
A Short, Short Story #1
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