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Octavia was at the last gate when the alarm sounded. A small army of bristling weapons encircled her. The bag shuddered in her grip, panic rippling through its weave. She gripped it tighter, reassuring it. It\u2019s your hair, it sent tremulously. Told you to straighten it and bind it tight; they don\u2019t like big black hair. She squeezed it tight against her side: Hush, hush. \u201cStep aside, ma\u2019am,\u201d said a man in a grey uniform. | Copyright 2018 by Ashok K. Banker. Narrated by Janina Edwards.\nLearn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices