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She finally said this, “My body wreaks of pain and if I wanted, my tears could flow without end, all the while with a smile on my face. That’s the pain of microagression. That’s the pain of piled aggressions.”

She blinked; looked up as though this would suck in any remaining tears.

“We have work to do.”

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