@RickiTarr I've spent a lot of time thinking about this line from Xochitl Gonzalez' novel Olga Dies Dreaming:
"She told him how they had put all their letters in order, how hearing them out loud, in front of other people, in front of each other, had made them feel: like dolls in a rich kid’s toy chest—occasionally played with, largely neglected, sometimes abused."
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