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I remember walking through the downtown market that afternoon. Rain-slick pavement reflected cafes and half-broken signs. Vendors shouted over one another, calling out fruit and fate. I sipped coffee that tasted like summer and queer joy, and let myself be watched. Eyes, at first curious, then increasingly kind. A child tugged his mother toward me, whispering about the sequins on my jacket. The mother smiled, a quick, private victory. It felt like sunlight had decided to side with me.