beauty
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The bike hummed under us, steady and alive.Wind tangled through my hair, the air smelled faintly of rain even though the sky stayed stubbornly clear. Patty didn’t talk much as he drove — just pointed things out with small gestures. A mango vendor at the corner. Kids playing cricket in an empty lot. A rusted-out
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Weak-minded, that’s what he was. A man so fragile in his ego that he couldn’t stomach the idea of a woman being smarter than him. He couldn’t fathom why she didn’t grovel at his feet, didn’t hang onto his every word like the women he was used to. But she had been raised among men—brothers,
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