What would it take for you to take a knee?
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I’ve had really uncomfortable conversations about this, with complete strangers and my own mother. The last conversation, a horribly awkward one that was thankfully interrupted by guacamole being delivered, ended with me saying, “what would it take for you….” We didn’t keep going, and I couldn’t eat my dinner after that. I really love reading what you and Abby write. I feel very lucky to know you both.

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