Maybe falling off the wagon isn’t so smart. Best to stay safe. Retreat to the sofa, reach for the phone, resume scrolling. Let the algorithm be my guide.
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Beneath smoke now blackening the ceiling, Alan was sitting peacefully, chatting once more with his three new best friends, Snap, Crackle, and Pop.
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I told her my surname. She shook her head. She meant the one that came before the surname and before the English first name on my passport.
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She realised that as Noor Ahmad she at least felt like a person. As Nooria, she returned to being a shadow. Returning was harder than changing.
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If an English person were asked where our Midwest was, they’d know the person who asked was probably American.
