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I am not like other girls. Not in the way that rejects femininity, or sameness, or pop culture, or the sisterhood of womanness, but in
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This must be where all the big kids go when they’re allowed to be outside for lunch, when they can cross a street without holding a mommy or daddy’s hand.
Men vanished all the time—usually into the next car to bother someone younger and better looking.