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“Keep walking,” Sam said. He took Juniper’s free hand. The three of them—the trans man, the elder, the kid—led the contingent forward. They didn’t stop for the hecklers. They didn’t stop for the cops. They walked until the noise faded, until the only sound was the thrum of a drum line from the dyke march up ahead. The story of his becoming didn’t start with
“I think I’m a man,” Sam said. His voice cracked on the last word. Sam felt a jolt of envy so sharp it was physical
“Because I’m not a woman,” Sam replied, for the first time out loud to someone other than Mira. The words felt like a door slamming shut and a window blowing open at the same time.