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“What are you doing tomorrow?” B asks while packing her stuff.

“I don’t know…Why?”

She looks at me, confused.

“It’s Thanksgiving!”

“Oh, yeah, right…nothing… just staying at home… do some work.”

An awkward silence and then a smile (I recognize the smile: it pops up on their faces every time they see the opportunity to solve something.

“Well…”

I interrupt her before she decides to invite me to her family dinner:

“It’s okay… we don’t celebrate Thanksgiving” (A “we” that I only use up here, a “we” that means

“I am not

 you”).