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Back at home, I couldnt stop thinking about that day in the forbidden part of Springfield. I couldnt get the image of Mr. Smithers and that guy together out of my mind. And I had felt guilty enough about thinking sexually of me and Mr. Smithers. But two guys? I didnt even want to know what Ned Flanders would think of my thoughts now.
I buried my head in the comforting softness of my pillows as I curled into a fetal position on my bed. Mr. Smithers cant be gay; he just cant be. Maybe he was just experimenting with that guy. And that is actually very laudable and plausible too! Yeah, that must be it. Or maybe hes bisexual. He must be bisexual. He was married. He must have been attracted to that woman at some point