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neil_is_indian: sup
anibun91: guess whos gonna be in new jersey this weekend
neil_is_indian: uh u?
anibun91: other than me!!
neil_is_indian: ur mom ba doom chha
anibun91: *sigh* sam
neil_is_indian: o shit
anibun91: im like:OOO
anibun91: hes visiting his cousin or something
anibun91: who goes to rutgers
anibun 91: n then his parents r gonna take him to see princeton lol w/e
anibun91: not that he could get into princeton (!)
neil_is_indian: thats rando
anibun91: ok ya
anibun91: but then when i mentioned the pageant he was like o maybe ill come
anibun91: (!?!!?!!?!?!?!!?!?! whaaaaat)
neil_is_indian: the brown ppl will trample him
neil_is_indian: “one of these is not like the others”
neil_is_indian: “kill outsider”
anibun91: im so embarrassed
neil_is_indian: no ur not
anibun91: what do u mean of course i am
neil_is_indian: ur gonna win its gonna be fine
neil_is_indian: & he likes u even if he is an asshole
anibun91: who says hes an asshole?
neil_is_indian: u did?
anibun91: w/e no he isnt
anibun91: but actually im like so sick of this pageant and all the fobs
anibun91: and sick of being only
anibun91: like
anibun91: pretty for a brown girl
anibun91: hey u still there
anibun91: ??
neil_is_indian: ya sorry @ debate
neil_is_indian: wendi on my ass
anibun91: oooooooooh
neil_is_indian: not like that shes anal
neil_is_indian: also not like that
anibun91: w/e u have yellow fever
neil_is_indian: ???????
anibun91: melanie, wendi, lol
neil_is_indian: theyr both twinkies and im a coconut so nothing counts
anibun91: um literally ur screen name
neil_is_indian: its IRONIC
neil_is_indian: g2g
anibun91: ok bai
neil_is_indian: good luck
neil_is_indian: this weekend
neil_is_indian: w the pageant i mean
anibun91: i might not like him
anibun91: like im not totally sure now?
neil_is_indian: sam?
anibun91: ya
neil_is_indian: who do u like then
anibun91: who says i *have* to like someone?
neil_is_indian: okok
anibun91: now i g2g
neil_is_indian: actually wait
neil_is_indian: can i talk to u about smthg
neil_is_indian: kinda important
anibun91 has signed off
THE WEEKEND Anita and her mother were in New Jersey—which was also the weekend before debate nationals—I let myself into the Dayals’ house early on Saturday morning using the key beneath the watering can.
In the basement, I set about performing the routine I had been memorizing for months.
Shruti’s chain piled into itself in the basin. Was this how the forty-niners felt—sweaty, exhausted, sick with themselves, having left behind all that was familiar for this gleaming element? Flux, sloshing. Goggles, the rest of the ill-lit basement obscured through the plastic.