Leo traced the edge of a photo showing a younger Maya, laughing on a street corner in San Francisco. "I just want it to be perfect," he admitted.
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"It won't be perfect," Maya laughed softly. "It’ll be loud, messy, and probably a little late. But it will be ours. That’s the beauty of this community. We don’t wait for an invitation to exist. We build the room ourselves." Leo traced the edge of a photo showing