“You okay, Cu ?” Dewi asked.
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Cinta pulled out her phone. On the screen was a screenshot of a WhatsApp group chat for their class. A voice note had been transcribed: “Cinta? She’s from Papua. My dad says her people are just pendatang (migrants) who take the KJP (school financial aid) cards.” “You okay, Cu
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