I have a scene set in 1971 in the Boston area, where an adult woman, a recent immigrant from Australia, is talking to a teenager that she is friendly with, but doesn’t know very well.
“Well said, Miss Women’s Lib of 1971.” Margaret chuckled...
Cassie felt her ears get warm. “I didn’t mean-”
“It’s all right,” Margaret interrupted. “I was just-taking
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