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"That’s Julian," Martha whispered, leaning over. "He ran the first crisis line out of a basement in Queens. He taught us that being yourself is a revolution, but staying alive is the victory."

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That was Martha. She was seventy, with silver hair cropped close and a collection of enamel pins that told the story of forty years of marches. She beckoned Leo toward a heavy mahogany table covered in loose photographs. "That’s Julian," Martha whispered, leaning over