Alex looked up at the strip of stars visible between the buildings. He thought about the first time he’d walked into the laundromat, terrified, convinced he was too much or not enough. He thought about the pin Jordan had given him. He thought about Robert’s cookies and Marisol’s steady voice and Chloe’s laugh, which sounded like wind chimes.
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“Okay, check-ins,” said Marisol, who ran the group with the gentle authority of someone who had survived a lot and decided to turn it into kindness. She went around the circle: a nonbinary teenager named Sam who had just come out to their parents (it went okay, not great, but okay); a trans woman named Chloe who was learning to love her voice after years of hiding it; a gay elder named Robert, seventy-two years old, who showed up every week with homemade cookies and stories about the AIDS crisis that he told not to wound, but to remind them: We survived. You will too. Alex looked up at the strip of stars