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Elias nodded, sliding a small, faded photograph across the table. It showed a group of people in 1980s finery—glitter, shoulder pads, and defiant grins—standing in front of a community center. "That’s us," he said. "We didn’t have a name for everything yet. We just had each other. We were the 'others' until we decided 'other' was a badge of honor." "Did it get easier?" Maya asked.

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Maya laughed, though it sounded thin. "I’m just tired, Elias. Tired of explaining. Tired of the 'sir' at the grocery store. Tired of feeling like I’m a political debate instead of a person." Elias nodded, sliding a small, faded photograph across