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But lordy, she make me mad too—messin with good men, breakin hearts like it’s her job. “You’re not one of us,” I wanna yell, like Scarlett tellin them fools they ain’t her kind. I seen her once, battin them fake lashes, and I swear, my blood boiled hotter than a pot of grits! Still, she a survivor, like me—ain’t nobody handin her nothin. That’s the part I can’t hate, halleluyer!

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Today, as part of the Mary Elvira Stevens Traveling Fellowship from Wellesley College I went to my ancestral town of Parczew. My friend Witek has a friend, Jarek, who is the principal of a .

The bar’s packed, and the vibe is lit. I grab a beer, and suddenly, I’m feeling like a king. We’re laughing, joking, and I’m forgetting about the sheep for a hot minute. But then, I get a text from the farm owner. “Where are you?” Oh man, panic mode activated!

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