Rosalie sat sideways in her chair, shaking from the laughter she was swallowing. I imagined myself drawing a gun from desk, taking aim, and killing her without so much as a quiver.

We are at last on the high lands of Mexico, the districts which at least three different races have chosen to settle in, neglecting the fertile country below.

Our mothers&#39; generation fought so hard to change things and we&#39;re the first generation to benefit. And now you get girls in their twenties who say they&#39;re not feminists.

Written By Kristin Davis

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