The night patrol went relatively quiet, with most of the homeless kids most likely at the viaduct setting off fireworks.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" LaTrice asked, as they walked west on Belmont.

"That's the stupidest question you ever asked me," Travell scoffed.

"Some of the queens, they get surgeries, they got boobs... "

"You're you LaLa. That's the most beautiful thing ever."

"People keep saying that but I look in the mirror... I'm not all what I feel inside, you know? I'm a girl."

"Who said you weren't?"

"This dick between my legs. People walking by thinking I'm just another drag queen. This thick ass foundation."

"You a girl to me boo."

"But I wanna be a girl to everyone."

"We'll figure it out. We'll find a way."

"Because that's gotta be the priority, before officially getting off the streets."

"Believe me, Ima do everything I can... "

"We don't even have our own place."

"We've gotten this far. Together. It's just a matter of time."

Travell kissed her and in his eyes, she saw how beautiful she was. She just wished she felt it herself.

 

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