At my favorite deli -- where I get my fix for homemade beans and rice -- one of the female workers always tells me the latest woes of her life as she scoops the beans over piles of rice. I love listening to her stories because, even though they are filled with horrors and heartache, she relays the truth of her station with such strength and magnificence that you cannot help but be drawn into her plight and root
for her.
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