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“No,” Harold said, softer now. “Your story . You’ve been coming here for three months. You fix everyone’s armor. But you never take off your own.”

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Before she was Mara, she was Mark, and before she was Mark, she was simply a kid who knew that the boy’s section of the department store felt like a cage. By the time she was twenty-two, she had learned to sew. Not just buttons or hems, but entire garments. She could take a man’s blazer and, with a few strategic darts and a lifted waist, turn it into something that hugged a hip she was still learning to love. “No,” Harold said, softer now