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From a young age, I knew something was different in me. The other girls—they glittered like sunlight on water, magnetic, effortless,...

2:50 a.m. The window is open. The night exhales into me, a cool hush across my skin. It feels cleansing—as if the world beyond the glass...

Somewhere between the soft rasp of my half-asleep snore and the restless clicking of the ceiling fan, I heard it— a whistle. At once, I...