The year is 2020. George Floyd has been murdered, and there are massive protests in Portland where I live, and I have become an outspoken activist and protester for the cause. Other than that, I am stuck inside due to a pandemic, and I source comfort from the blanket my mom made just before my parents divorced. I tell several people that it is the one thing I would save out of a fire, and one day, I realize: I could make one for myself.

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