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Get out of the sun, Mother said, No, not skin cancer, worse— You’ll get tanned...
“How much can you eat, child? You’re gonna regret it when you grow up.” “It’s not enough to study; girls need to look good, too...
That’s when the odor hits me. Of sweat and sewer. Of coriander seeds and cardamom. Of the bazaar. The familiarity of the smell surprises me. Eleven years isn’t long enough...
