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Rating: Explicit
Words: 18.351
Harry felt another twang in his stomach. "Wait, I have to like them too? But I don't even fancy blokes? How would I know which ones are fit, Gin? It's not like I walk around tallying which ones I would hypothetically jump, in case I ever needed a list!"
"Why does it matter if they're fit, if the whole ordeal is fake?" Dean spoke up from his seat next to Harry. "That guy looks like an actual ogre — you should like him!"
Harry thought about it. It didn't matter, of course, he wasn't gay. He could like an ogre or two on Grindr in the name of good fun.
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Or: There's countless reasons for someone to be on a gay dating app, besides actually being gay. Everyone knows that.