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Ramen
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My Favorite Things

My grandmothers saw my brother and me as battlegrounds for their cultures, each trying to make sure theirs didn’t disappear.

Lululemon
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What Are You Lifting: Lululemon

Deep thought is a sweat-inducing process, blurring the boundary between mental and physical discipline. Athleisure and sartorial control are attempts to prove intellectual control.

Karate Kids
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The Karate Girl

I had begun karate in pursuit of knowledge and Danger, but by age twelve, I simply enjoyed the sport.

Karate Kids
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Karate Kids

Lululemon
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Lululemon

A Lululemon Athletica storefront in Cambridge.

How to Treat a Burn
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How to Treat a Burn

At Attention
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At Attention

In-Between
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In-Between

At Attention
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At Attention

I slid into a line of girls combing through racks of nude-colored sports bras and thonged one-piece bathing suits. I hadn’t actually picked a costume yet—nor was I even thinking about what animal or character I’d pretend to be. I just knew I was going to wear as little as humanly possible.

How to Treat a Burn
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How to Treat a Burn

Before I knew it, I slipped into a heavy slumber, somehow missing the fact that my leg was leaning directly against the heater. A massive blister cropped up just off of my left knee, and I acquired a gigantic scar—two inches of darkened skin.

In-Between
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The In-Between

Skinner says he chose “First Fig” because the poem sums up his approach to life. “I’ve never been much of a planner. I’ve never been much of a long-term worrier,” he says.

DKC Endpaper
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A Hope for the Day

I didn’t imagine that much about my faith would change when I was surrounded, for a few weeks, by donuts and daytime television at the hospital.

DKC Endpaper
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DKC Endpaper

How Do I Tell You?
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How Do I Tell You?

Maddie Trice 02
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How to Untangle Knotted Hair

Perched on the edge of the bathtub, I balance a laptop on my damp knees and squint through a protein-oil haze. Conditioner drips from damp spirals. The weight of the overpriced hydrating cream is so heavy that I can barely read what my fingers have frantically been typing into the search bar: “how to untangle knotted hair.”

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