It was a warm night on Susan’s front porch. She was an organizer for the National Organization for Women and probably a lesbian, though I never asked. My parents were inside hobnobbing with the other adults. I was with the kids, which is to say I was the youngest at 15, with the other people on that porch being cigarette smokers of various ages. I was n…
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