Alex smiled. “Nah. You just have the Look. The ‘I’m about to run back to my car’ Look. I had it for three festivals before I actually stayed.” They handed Marisol a paper lantern, still flat. “Here. Assembly required. It’s a metaphor.”
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Marisol’s chest tightened. She felt the familiar itch of impostor syndrome. They’ll know you don’t belong. They’ll hear your voice. They’ll see your hands. Alex smiled
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Marisol wiped her eyes. “I’m Marisol. She/her.”