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Elena laughed, a sharp, melodic sound. She adjusted a heavy rhinestone earring. "Honey, we’ve been 'splintering' since 1969. The lesbians fought the drag queens, the queens fought the trans men, and everyone fought the police. But when the sirens started, those splinters became a barricade."

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