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• He had graying sides to his dark brown hair, his face big and stoic, but I didn’t care who he was. He was one of the traditionalists, and he was in the way of making my mother safe.
• I would do what it took to make sure that was a reality, no matter how far away it seemed.
• “They are not. Our women are not like the ones I’ve seen here. We do not train, we do not get a voice, we are simply slaves. The ones I want to bring here are no threat,” I assured them, but with the slip of my tongue came another round of gasps.