December Days 02025 #03: Chemistry

Dec. 3rd, 2025 11:33 pm
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It's December Days time again. This year, I have decided that I'm going to talk about skills and applications thereof, if for no other reason than because I am prone to both the fixed mindset and the downplaying of any skills that I might have obtained as not "real" skills because they do not fit some form of ideal.

03: Chemistry

If you asked me about whether I can bake or cook, I would tell you no. If you then asked me whether I could follow a recipe, I'd tell you yes, and that I've successfully done it many times. When you point out that following recipe is literally the process of baking or cooking, I'll counter that with the idea that the sign of baking and cooking skill is somehow fixed in my head as being able to look at a basket of ingredients and understand how you could make a tasty meal with them, without the need to refer to recipe, only your own experience and technique. You can tell me that's a ridiculous standard to hold anyone to, and I'll agree with that, as well, and mention that my own head can be stubborn sometimes about what it thinks of as the baseline for being able to claim a skill. Because that kind of skill is not necessarily something that people who can follow recipes deliciously will ever develop, or necessarily desire to develop.

The domestic arts were not being taught that much in schools. There were classes with names like "life skills," which were often about learning how to balance a checkbook and keep track of your accounts, how to calculate what the additional costs of finance charges might be, including the one attached to a revolving credit account (more colloquially known as a credit card), and other skills that were meant to send us out into the world slightly less wide-eyed and terrified at the prospect that we no longer were bound to the school and would be considered, in the eyes of the law, contract or otherwise, as adults who could make life-changing decisions on our own. There were simulations about whether or not someone could live a month on the salary of the career they were thinking about going in to, which were also disguised ever so slightly as recruitment efforts to various places or career options, including the military. But at no point did I learn how to cook things while in school. I learned a little about it, using microwave technology and the conventional oven to do things like cook pot pies or make popcorn or other snack foods, but while I was a child, my stay-at-home mother handled the cooking, and while I was an undergraduate, I was on the dormitory meal plans, which covered most of my meals, and I could use some credit to have sandwiches or other such things for the one meal the dorm plan didn't cover. So, theoretically, I could avoid having to learn how to cook until I left the dormitories, and even then, I could have managed to avoid it by trading out cooking duties for other chores in the arrangements that I had while living with other college students. I didn't do that, but neither did I get much of an education in the arts of cooking and of shopping for myself. Not least because the last place I was in for graduate school had a strong infestation of ants, and those ants liked to turn up in insufficiently sealed cracker and cereal boxes. So I learned which foods not to buy because they attracted the ants to them.

Having left the tender illusions of schooling and moving myself to the Dragon Conspiracy Territory, with a job in hand, and soon, an apartment of my own, the lessons I had learned about frugality and making the dollar stretch meant that not only was I going to consider "eating out" to be a great luxury, it meant that I was going to have to cut back on the amount of already-prepared meals and foods and start using some of my spare time to cook up food that I would take for lunches to work. I had sandwich makings, and my indulgence, such that it was, was frozen pizza with a mozzarella cheese-filled outer crust, and some microwave meals for those nights when I was going to get home from work too tired to do much more than cook up that food and possibly vegetate or otherwise get caught up on the Internet's doings for the day.

(When I was in the relationship that hurt me, it was a point of pride for my ex that she did the cooking and feeding of me, and that I should not have to worry about it. Even when she was doing a fair amount of overspending the budget I vainly kept trying to set and explain to her that we had to adhere to, because my money was not infinite and I knew that if we got in the habit of overspending because she had money to draw on, it would hurt a lot when that money ran out completely. My attempts were all failures, because my ex was looking for excuses not to have to hold to limits and also told me that she believed anything other than a firm no was an invitation for her to more strongly argue her position. After telling me this, she would get unhappy and sulky when I switched to firm nos about things that I had been trying to use polite nos for. The no hadn't changed, but once she told me how to deliver it so that she would listen, that's what I used.)

However, [livejournal.com profile] 2dlife took, well, maybe not pity on me, but an interest, because C was skilled in the arts and was willing to teach someone who hadn't collected the necessary parts of being able to follow recipe and understand what techniques were being called for. This was meant both as skill-building and as lowering the intimidation factor toward cooking, because it's much harder to think of cooking as a daunting task when you can keep turning out delicious food by following the instructions in front of you. Under C's direction and instructional material, I made quiche. (The first one was perfect and delicious, and every quiche I made after that was chasing that first perfection. They were all still good, but they weren't exactly like the first perfect one.) I made braised chicken, and I made goulash, and stews, and I tried to make breaded, battered, and fried chicken, which didn't turn out as well as I had hoped, because while I'd made things, I hadn't made them to stick to the chunks of chicken I had as well as I wanted them to. And with each new item, I had learned new technique for preparation or cooking, to the point that by the time C was done walking me through things, I had a repertoire of things that I could make, depending on what I was in the mood for, and I could make them in sufficient quantities that they could serve as components for many different types of meals. The chicken went in lunches, but what accompanied the chicken changed throughout the week, so that I wouldn't get bored of it. And I still had the pizzas and microwave meals for variety and for those days where cooking just was not going to happen.

(Since the dishwasher in the apartment was broken, I also got very good at using the minimum number of pots and pans for these meals, because I dislike doing dishes by hand, and therefore would want to spend as little time on that as I could.)

Fast forward through the harmful relationship, and I am once again on my own and equipped with a kitchen to resume where I left off. Although by this time, C's dropped off the Internet, or at least LiveJournal, so I don't have the entries to refer back to again. What I do have, though, is the Internet itself, and so it's back to meal planning, figuring out what I want to make, and investing in a quality and sharp knife. Maki joined my repertoire of things I could make, and once again, the first one turned out beautifully, and many of the others turned out much less so. Presentation was not that important, however, because I was the one eating it, and therefore if it was delicious, it counted as a success. Shortly afterward, a long-distance relationship became a proximal one, and I returned to the more comfortable role of sous chef, doing prep work and assisting in cleanup while letting the person with confidence, skill, and practice do much of the main cooking work. My skills didn't atrophy, though, because these sessions had the same idea as C's in mind: I was learning things about how to gauge when something was done, I was handling preparation of various things, or at least the first stages of them, or being asked to watch them until they showed the signs of being done, and pretty often, I'd get the instructions on how something was done and the expectation that I would be able to turn out delicious food. And I succeeded in these matters, following recipe and instruction from someone who had the skills to look at a basket of things and figure out something delicious from them.

I'd still tell you no if you asked if I could cook, though. Even though there is one memorable instance in my cooking career where I may have shown up some people who did not have the necessary skills to prepare the food they had obtained for a gathering. Their chef had flaked on them, and so, because I was hungry and I knew how to make the food they wanted to serve, with one pan, a sharp knife, a silicone spatula, time, and spite, I made delicious food. There was definitely some incredulity that someone could just do something like that, but as someone who had trained with C's braised chicken and making C's quiche recipe, the food in question for the gathering was well within my capacity. And there were no complaints about the food that had been promised actually appearing, and being delicious.

(There is a story on my father's side of the family about one of the uncles taking over cooking and baking duties for my grandmother on that side as the cancer that eventually killed her (fuck cancer forever) made her no longer able to handle those duties. "I ain't heard no one complain," he said, when Grandma was trying to help him do things better. Being a person of sharp wit, she replied, "Are you still listening?")

As time has gone on, and other people have joined up with the household, cooking duties have been spread out and sometimes individualized, and sometimes not. I know that I've prepared the red beans and rice specialty from a housemate from recipe and direction, to excellent results, and I have been at last co-head chef for several years of the November feast and its requirements. This year, I flew solo on the November feast, and it was all delicious, and those who partook of the feast all agreed that it was delicious as well, so I suspect that means my cooking skills have significantly leveled up from what they were when I was just starting out with C, both for stunt chefery and feast chefery. I certainly have confidence at this point that I can follow recipe and turn out delicious things. (Chicken carbonara, oh, goodness, that was good, even if it was fiddly as fuck to get right.)

In the other half of chemistry class, most of what I'd learned how to do before University days were no-bakes and other items that required blending, but not necessarily baking and monitoring things until they were properly done, based on both the time that the recipe said and the eyeballing or toothpicking skills needed to ascertain when something is truly done and ready. The shutdown and shift to virtual services gave me a golden opportunity to practice skills that I had been self-conscious about (including art skills like drawing and crafting that I mentioned in the previous entry), and when I suggested to my co-presenters to try kitchen sciences with our child cohort, with the supervision of their adults, they were enthused about it. Which meant rustling up recipes for baked goods that could go from creation to full bake in approximately an hour, and then, live and in front of children and my co-presenter, actually doing the mixing, proving, rising, preparation, and baking for these objects. Shortbread first, then scones, pretzels, biscuits, pizzas, all different kinds of dough with different requirements of time, temperature, kneading, and the rest. I couldn't believe it when the shortbread came out of the oven and was delicious. I didn't believe I could do it well the first time. Some of the recipes I did a practice run with to make sure that they actually would go in the time that they claimed, and even the practice runs turned out well. As with the other things that I had made, I tried to emphasize to the children that if it was delicious, it was a success, no matter whether it looked perfect or not. Because the things I made were not uniform, perfectly-stamped objects all arranged in a row. They were different sizes, some a little looser or tighter than others, and showcased just how much of an amateur I was, and how much I was learning alongside them at doing this. But they were delicious, and the ones the kids made were delicious, as well.

I have had to learn how to adjust my spicing preferences to others' tastes, and to learn when to lean hard into spicing and when to have a lighter touch with it. But I am no longer intimidated by recipe, and the person I consider the cook in the household has been pointing out to me that I am already at the phase of making delicious food based on vaguer instructions than recipe, so I appear to be moving forward in skill and practice, so it's possible for me to make small diversions and adjustments to recipe based on the kitchen I'm in, and the taste of what I want. So, within a narrow band of possible parameters, and with instructions to hand, I can cook and bake, which is a lot more than I could do many years ago.

[#282 | Catharsis] Challenge Post

Dec. 4th, 2025 01:14 am
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Challenge 282:
CATHARSIS
n. purification or purgation of the emotions (such as pity and fear) primarily through art; a purification or purgation that brings about spiritual renewal or release from tension

Sometimes, you just need to feel things. A really good cry, a really good laugh, or a really good scream – whichever it is, it’s good for the soul. Sometimes you can get it through art, maybe a tragic play, or a comedy movie, or a romance novel; other times, you just need to confront your nemesis, or stand in the woods and scream, or laugh until you cry at something that isn’t actually funny.

How do your characters find catharsis? Do art or music work for them, or do they need something a little more concrete?

Write a story about catharsis.

BONUS GOAL: “Are you okay?”

If your submission features this line, it will earn an extra point to be tallied in voting!


Challenge ends Monday, December 8 at 9:00PM EST.
• Post submissions as new entries using the template in the profile
• Tag this week's entries as: [#] submission, 282 – catharsis
• If you have questions about this challenge, please ask them here

[#281 | Mirage] Results Post

Dec. 4th, 2025 01:13 am
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Here are this week's votes tallied, and below the cut are our winners for Challenge #281 – Mirage!

This week's finalists are... )

Total Challenge Words Written: 3925

Congratulations to all this week's participants, and thank you to everyone who took the time to cast their votes! [personal profile] autobotscoutriella will be making this week’s banners, so keep an eye out for those.

You may now post your Challenge 281 entries to any additional communities, blogs, archives or sites as you'd like! We also have a FandomWeekly AO3 Collection if you'd like to add your stories there!

What even is sleep?

Dec. 3rd, 2025 11:06 pm
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Last night I was not tired. 3 AM I'm still wide awake. Finally drift off, wake at 630. I mean 3 hours is enough, right? Fell asleep grading tonight, big red line straight down someone's test.

My stomach is higher acid now than it has been and I have more sore in my mouth. sigh.

Left here with a weird call from my dentist. We had to bill something for the comprehensive exam (which my insurance doesn't allow more than 2) What comprehensive? You didn't even take X-rays and Aspen only did a follow up. I'll need to call my insurance. Came home to an even weirder call on the messages, something about medical mutual making a referal to Anthem Blue Cross...um WHAT? Insurances don't refer to each other. I have no idea.

I had to do a make up lab in the middle of the faculty meeting about all the forced Republican laws we now have to follow in OH (where in universities must bow to Republican rule or be closed more or less, fun fascist times)

What I Just Finished Reading:

Haunted Cemeteries of Ohio

A Twist of Murder - Charles Dickens is the detective, yes another real person fanfic mystery. So far I am unimpressed.


Spellbound: A Graphic Memoir by Bishakh Kumar Som - boring AF memoir theoretically about a trans journey, mostly about watching her building alcoholism and whining about how hard it is to make a living as a graphic novel artist

What I am Currently Reading:


Death at the Door - a meh paranormal mystery


Wyches - a graphic novel horror I got from the library

Ripped Tide - short mystery I got at the WV book festival. It is...bad.


What I Plan to Read Next: To die Once, Poorly Made and Other Things


November's readings. You know how I like to talk books so if you see something interesting.


Blade Girl 1 manga, contemporary

Anne of Green Gables classics

Revenge, Served Royal historical mystery

The Tea Dragon Society fantasy middle grade graphic novel

Lackadaisy: Volume #2 historical fantasy graphic novel

ElfQuest, Volume One fantasy graphic novel

Spell-Bound rural fantasy, Appalachian gothic

Spellbound: A Graphic Memoir memoir graphic novel

A Twist of Murder historical mystery
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Thanks to a donation from [personal profile] fuzzyred there are 35 new verses, and a donation from [personal profile] janetmiles for 9 verses, so there are 44 new verses in "An Inkling of Things to Come."  Shiv and his classmates discuss magical weather, magical geography, natural resources, plants and animals, history, and other aspects of worldbuilding.

Switched shifts

Dec. 5th, 2025 05:17 am
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so now I'm spending some part of my evening with another coworker instead of by myself, which means I can't just summarily turn off the TV. Other people are weird when they want the TV on even if they aren't watching it, but since they think I'm weird for preferring blissful silence I guess sometimes I have to compromise.

Which means that the other day my entertainment choices were either a long and frankly tedious piece on the JFK conspiracy theories, or HP1. Welp, JFK won't get any deader, and practically speaking, JKR won't get any richer. The choice wasn't really very agonizing, is what I'm saying. I feel like maybe it ought to have been, but no. (That place does not have enough channels. If I'm going to be stuck watching TV for even part of the night I really need to figure out how to get my phone on the screen.)

All this led me to realize something that I somehow don't think I ever thought about before, which is that the plot of book 2 doesn't make any fucking sense, like, right from the start. How exactly did Lucius set it up so that he'd happen to bump into the Weasley family? What if they hadn't gone shopping that day? There clearly was a lot of planning that went into this, so what was his backup? Really, none of those plots hold together if you look at them too hard. And that's not too unusual for fiction, but I'm not particularly inclined to be charitable about it.

**********


Read more... )

New Comm

Dec. 3rd, 2025 09:08 pm
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[community profile] 10trueloves - prompt table and claim one character to do ten relationships with

Claiming Dinah Lance

01. Surprise. 02. Trust. 03. Noise. 04. Tears. 05 Mask.
06. Fight. 07. Accident. 08. Overprotective. 09. Broken. 10. Loss.

Wednesday reading

Dec. 3rd, 2025 09:52 pm
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Books read in the last couple of months:

Sofia Samatar, The Winged Histories:. This is odd and somewhat disjointed, set in the same secondary world as A Stranger in Olondria (which I read ages ago and remember very little about). The threads all come together at the end. I’d been displeased earlier because I thought we’d lost both the first narrative voice, which I liked, and the continuity of the narrator's story. The book does get back to her story, or at least her sister and cousin’s stories.

James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks: read aloud, because Adrian had never read it. Still delightful, a fairy tale set in a world where people have at least heard of fairy tales.

Lorraine Baston, Rules: A Short History of What We Live By. Baston talks about rules as measuring devices, as sets of instructions, and as models, and various shifts in meaning over time. She talks about thick and thin rules, thick rules being ones with (more) examples and details, and which anticipate more exceptions. A about the change in how people learn/are taught all sorts of things, including math. I enjoyed this, and if that description sounds interesting you probably will too.

Edward Eager, The Time Garden: Children's magical adventures while spending the summer with a relative because their parents are in London, working on the premiere of a play. Another read-aloud, this one was new to me, and fun.

Helen Scales, What the Wild Sea Can Be: The state, as of 2023, and possible futures of the ocean and ocean life in the Anthropocene, according to an oceanographer. I asked the library for this because I liked the author's book about mollusks.

Season's Greetings~!

Dec. 3rd, 2025 09:41 pm
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Hi, I'm [personal profile] kalloway. This is my fourth year participating. (Posting, at least. I've been elf-ing around for far longer.) I'm mostly after the stuff in your closets and will give you stuff from mine. If you need a physical or virtual address for me, please comment or send a PM. I'm in the US, which unfortunately makes shipping even more dire this year than usual.

1. Gundams! If you have any old Gundam stuff, I'll happily take it off your hands, especially model kits. Any condition is fine. Built or unbuilt for model kits, seriously any condition. They'll be used for learning/experiments.
Here's an example of a full project from the summer.

2. Any other model kits of any type that you're never going to build. Building models this past year has been really good for my mental health and keeping my hands busy has kept away the doomscrolling. (I do mean anything from robots to cars to tanks to airplanes to dioramas of buildings, etc.)

3. Any modeling/model kit supplies you're not going to use.

4. Support my model kit habit with giftcards from this crabby small business: Gunpla Hermit's Shop. If you need my email, lmk or just PM me the code.

5. Fanart of Dantarg from Romancing SaGa 2/RomSaGa Re;univerSe wearing a sweater/warm gear for winter. Here is a reference post.

6. I started building a new personal writing archive in 2023 and stalled out on it earlier this year. I keep getting overwhelmed with how much there is to do and can't decide out where to start. So if there's a smaller section/fandom that's unclickable or seems sparse, give me a nudge to work on it. (Fanfic/Original, everything is Choose Not to Warn atm as I sort out how to list content notes. There is explicit written content. If you want any other info please leave a comment.)

7. I'm giving away some manga/anime/dvds/etc. that have been to too many nerd sales and just need new homes. (US-only, sorry. Shipping sucks.) Please take a look.

8. Amazon Wishlist. It's mostly books and fun stuff and used is fine. If you'd rather shop from your bookshelf/your local store/bookshop.org/etc., just let me know so I can take things off the list.

9. .hack//G.U. vol. 3 (Tatsuya Hamazaki) - the light novel adaptation for the series. It's the only volume I've just never been able to find. Any readable condition is fine.

10. Gankutsuou vol. 2 (Mahiro Maeda) - the manga adaptation. Again, any readable condition is fine.
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Title: 'The Juice'
Fandom: Original Fiction
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted to [community profile] anythingdrabble

The Juice )
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Title: 'The Juice'
Fandom: Original Fiction
Characters: Original
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted to [community profile] 100words
Summary: I beam excitedly, rubbing my hands together in anticipation.

The Juice )

Poem: "Protect the Inner Core"

Dec. 3rd, 2025 08:11 pm
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This poem came out of the December 2, 2025 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] janetmiles, [personal profile] dialecticdreamer, [personal profile] readera, and [personal profile] see_also_friend. It also fills the "Set Boundaries" square in my 2-1-25 card for the Valentines Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] janetmiles. It belongs to the Strange Family thread of the Polychrome Heroics series. "A Dangerous Thing to Be a Doll" happens earlier and will be helpful background.

Read more... )

Final Projects Progress Report

Dec. 3rd, 2025 07:43 pm
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Intro to Human Services:
Interview with a Human Services professional: Done
Reflection paper on interview, due Friday, Dec 5: Not started
Personal mission statement, due Friday, Dec 12: Not started

Social Problems:
Research a particular topic as a social problem: Done
Do a creative project based on your research: Mostly done, needs touch-ups
Write a paper about your research topic and your creative project: Not started (has a very detailed template I can probably just fill out as the paper)

Ceramics:
Interview with a living ceramicist: Done
Reflection paper on interview, due Sunday, Dec 7: Mostly done Done!
PowerPoint Presentation on interviewed ceramicist, due Sunday, Dec 7: Not started

I'm going to try and get the one interview reflection done tonight, and then take a break. (I'd aim for both, but they're both minimum two pages, and I'm not sure I have enough juice for that.) I want to go ahead and make the Paid Time for Mood Themes announcement on [community profile] moodthemeinayear, but alas, I must use my brain power for this, instead 😩


Edit: First reflection paper is done! Time to dig out my notes from the other interview and contemplate at least starting the second one.

Edit 2: Intro to HS reflection paper started, basics of getting paid time for mood theme completion posted to [community profile] moodthemeinayear 👍

#NotMyTimDrake

Dec. 3rd, 2025 07:50 pm
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I do not keep up with DC Comics canon anymore. I haven't for a long-ass time. But people on my Tumblr dash do, and they share just enough to confuse me.

I remember when Bruce Wayne adopted Tim Drake because I immediately wrote a story about it in which a) they have sex and b) they have issues. I mean -- so many issues.

The punchline of that story has always been, for me, that Bruce has no goddamn business adopting the 16-year-old son of people he knew.

20 and a bit years on, Tim is 16 again despite the theoretical passage of time in comics, various other characters aging, and assorted other nonsense, and DC Editorial has him Cut for spoilers )

There was also a page that went by on my Tumblr dash recently that drew Tim with Shoulders and Muscles, from who knows when, which was also #notmytimdrake, but in a way that made my brain convinced that Bernard was cheating on Tim with Kon.

Ladies Bingo: Shadows / Darkness

Dec. 3rd, 2025 06:25 pm
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AO3 Link | Remember Who You Are (300 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sinners [2025]
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Annie Moore & Mary [Sinners]
Characters: Annie Moore, Mary [Sinners 2025]
Additional Tags: Triple Drabble, Female Friendship, Community: ladiesbingo
Summary:

Annie and Mary say good-bye before Little Rock



Remember Who You Are

It wasn't that Annie didn't like Mary. Far from it, given their lives kept tangling. Annie was one of the only ones who didn't think the girl should be pushed to be white. Every time she thought about Mary and Elias, she did feel uneasy, as something lingered in the dark of the night about the pair.

"Mary."

"Annie."

Now why was the girl already on the defensive, unless…

"Are you needing my special tea, honey?"

Annie watched the defensive give way to worry, then embarrassment, before Mary shook her head.

"I know what not to do, thank you," Mary said firmly.

"Good." Annie beckoned her to come into the house so she could keep working. "Was surprised to see you out here."

"Wanted to say goodbye, given you've been around for so much of my life. Mama — I don't suppose you'll keep an eye on her for me?"

"I'll do the best I can, but she's always thought I was a devil tempting her milk-son."

Mary laughed, bitterly. "She's got too much church in her, but it would mean a lot."

Annie nodded to all that, trying to ferret out if the shadows on their lives, cast by the twins, was all that had ever unnerved her about Mary. Nothing was stirring in her second sense of people, so maybe she'd have to try harder with a ritual later.

"I try to keep an eye on all of our people, Mary. Even when they shun me for being what I am." She then tipped her head to the side. "Little Rock calling?"

Mary looked down, then back up with resolve. "Stack thinks it's for the best, fresh start where no one ever knew me in the black community."

"You keep yourself safe, Mary, and remember, always, who you are."

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