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White supremacy, green cake
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One of my friends asked what was in my hand. “It’s green!” I think she said. I clenched my fist tighter. What kind of ‘normal’ cake is green? A light, almost fluorescent green at that.

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What lies ahead
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One day out of the blue he didn’t come home from work. Behind my back, he asked his mother to come from New Zealand to break up with me.

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What’s your calling?
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I’m a 28-year-old Hindu female. Not married and not what is considered “highly educated” in today’s world. So what exactly have I achieved?

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