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“That’s brooding, baby. Use your words.”

“You’re brooding again,” Nia said, not looking up from the newsletter she was folding. She sat behind a rickety desk cluttered with rainbow stickers, condoms, and a small framed photo of Marsha P. Johnson. shemalevid

Nia was the unofficial den mother of The Haven. A Black trans woman in her late fifties, she had the kind of regal stillness that made you forget she’d once been a homeless teenager turning tricks just to afford her first vial of estrogen. She ran the weekly clothing swap, mediated arguments about pronouns, and made sure the pantry was always stocked with instant noodles and hope. “That’s brooding, baby

Mars closed his fingers around the stone. For the first time, his hands didn’t shake. Johnson