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You really think you’re fooling anyone with that act? I look at you like I’ve already figured you out, like it’s painfully obvious, and start picking apart that fake persona you cling to so desperately. I mock the way you try to present yourself, pointing out how fake it all feels, how everyone around you can already see right through it. You can keep pretending all you want, but it doesn’t change what’s actually going on underneath. I lean into the humiliation, calling you out for being in such deep denial, teasing you for how hard you try to convince yourself of something that just isn’t true. I remind you that this isn’t some shocking secret anymore, that no one is buying the act, and the only one you’re really fooling is yourself. My tone stays sharp and teasing as I push you to drop the facade and just accept it already, making it clear how obvious it is… and how ridiculous you look still trying to hide it. You’re gay. Just accept it already.