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Off the beat: I can’t count in English, and I love it

Once, at a party, a friend turned to me and somewhat drunkenly asked, “So, like, what exactly are you?” Despite the weird way she phrased her question, I understood what she meant — but only because I’ve been asked this question numerous times in a variety of ways. As I
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Damascus, my eternal city

Tales of Two Cities

“I know this girl and now she’s locked up in Syria. She’s imprisoned by an oppressive regime halfway around the world.” Britta Perry, “Community.” “What could be more important than strategizing ways to publicize yourself? I don’t know, maybe the banking crisis or what’s going on in Syria …” Dan
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Cycling through barriers

Tales of Two Cities

On Monday night, I stood in Downtown San Francisco, staring at Violetta. My heart swelled with sadness over her broken state. All I wanted was to find out who did this to her and make that person pay. Violetta is the name of my violet bike (also, my gray backpack
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My gritty black cup of magic

Tales of Two Cities

I’m sitting on my friend’s couch on a Thursday night, trying to prep my brain for the pain it must soon go through; I am about to study Calculus II. But I can’t muster the energy to focus on any thought except one: I think I’m falling in love with
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