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Bertie and the Vamp “FUCKIN’ FAGS.” Sophie was looking straight at the girls when they said it, but that obviously didn’t dissuade them. In fact, amidst their collective giggles, they said it again. “Look at those fuckin’ fags!” “Did you hear that?” Neil asked, far too loudly. “Did you hear what those girls said?” Sophie smacked his leg. “Don’t engage them!” “Did you hear what they said?” he repeated. “I heard it,” Sophie hissed. “Just shut up.” Neil wouldn’t let anything pass peacefully. He rose from his subway seat, gave his white skirt a ruffle, and tramped toward the snickering teens. Sophie gave her head a shake as her husband approached the group. “Did you call my wife and me fags?” Their expressions fell, and the chubby girl let out a solitary cackle. The skinny girl