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On yelling, authenticity, aspiration and the usefulness of judgemental relatives-and-strangers
Jane: Cinder! I mean Flora! Ender! Gah—child-I’m-mad-at, come here! Flora: Which one? We were all being kind of buttsacks. Jane: Wah! All of you! Just come here, line up, and I’m going to yell at e…