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She tapped the photo. “The culture isn’t about agreeing on everything. It’s about showing up when it hurts. You say you don’t want hormones? Fine. Your transition is the shape of your own sky. You want to use ‘they/them’ and keep your long hair? Beautiful. The only rule here is the one Chella carved into the backroom wall: ‘No one fights alone.’ ”

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Mara poured a third gin and tonic. “Take a seat, sister,” she said. “We’ve got soup in the back. And we’ve got all night.” She tapped the photo