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“Hi. I’m Susie; she/her/hers.”
“Stop that! We don’t do that here.”
Susie cringed when the group leader Sharon snapped at her.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean…” Susie felt abruptly crushed but was determined not to shed tears, especially in front of them.
“No, I’m sorry.” Sharon realized she’d been overreacting, though she had good reason. “It’s my fault. I’m just so tired of the tyranny of those words.”
“We’re all feeling worn down by it, Shar.” Francisco chimed in wanting to calm the mood a bit.
There were twelve of them gathered in a small room in the basement of the university’s psychology building. It was nearly midnight, but being a teaching assistant, Francisco’s pass card opened the doors after hours.
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