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I can’t help but feel a sharp sense of dread and loss when someone asks, “So, what do you do?”
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I just pray every day that we will be allowed to go outside of the suburb, just to get food.
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I could see the doctors talking but couldn’t understand what they were saying. It was very isolating.
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"If I'd been in a private high-rise block, there is no way known they could have got away with it."
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"Thousands of masked faces on the street in the middle of a pandemic, thousands of voices chanting, 'bla(c)k lives matter'."
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It will be a long time before I, and many other disabled people, feel that we can live our lives
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Every day after treatment, I would drop my father off and drive to my daughter’s house for a special window-visit.
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