Standing on a street corner, enjoying the warmth of a spring day as I wait for the light to change so I can cross, I become aware of a voice cutting through the music playing on my headphones. It’s a busy intersection, a block up from the library I just came from, and so it takes me a moment of glancing around to find the source of this shouting. A whit…
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