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“I don’t have proof,” Hafsah tells her, chin set stubbornly. Rebecca knows that look; it’s the one she sees right before Hafsah starts arguing with strangers online. It’s the look she sometimes imagines must have been on the musicians’ faces right before they started playing as the Titanic sank. The one that says, “This stance we have chosen cannot win, but we will stay even unto death if we must.”

