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“You let them win,” Delia said, not looking up.

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Ezra wanted to say something profound. Instead, he cried. Delia did not offer comfort. She offered a dishrag and a quiet truth: “The community doesn’t exist to make you feel better. It exists because we have to bury each other with dignity. Everything else—the parades, the flags, the corporate rainbow logos—that’s for them. The real work is in the back rooms. The real work is showing up for the person who can’t show up for themselves.” “You let them win,” Delia said, not looking up