It’s Not Fair

‘It’s not fair’, she said.  She had tears in her eyes but I knew she’d never cry. Not in front of me, or anyone.  ‘The yellow sticky notes all over the walls in my room? That’s not fair. My wall space is gone and I still need to keep sticking reassurances that there’s someone out there who I wouldn’t need to bend my principles for’  ‘The light-skinned girl that took

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