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But my mind was elsewhere, going through the possibilities of lunch with the mystery girl who caught my eye. --We sat together at lunch, laughing, talking, and making crazy conspiracy theories about things we knew nothing about. It was something about her—her infectious joy that radiated through each sentence—that just made me gravitate toward her. She never once talked about my skin, and I listened to her every word, shocked at how unfazed she seemed. She was so bright when she spoke, whether we were chatting about lousy TV shows or botched surgery jobs. I never got tired of hearing her speak. When the lunch bell rang, we sighed in dissatisfaction, not wanting the conversation to end. Before we parted ways, I asked her name. "Jupiter. What's yours?" And to this, I snorted. "Saturn. Coincidence much?" I laughed. "Coincidence, indeed, my fellow planet." "Yeah, my parents are astronomers. So in their minds, naming each of us a planet made complete sense. And they probably will continue to build the solar system. I have two siblings, Mercury and Venus," I laughed, and

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2020 Leadership Journal E-book  

A leadership journal written by girls from Newark, NJ to cultivate courageous conversations and action. Purchase your copy at theleadershipj...

2020 Leadership Journal E-book  

A leadership journal written by girls from Newark, NJ to cultivate courageous conversations and action. Purchase your copy at theleadershipj...