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Christina has fought against a scratchy skirt with too-tight buttons and an ugly applique on the pocket. She has fought against wild carrots that pretend to be sweet like their orange cousins. She has fought to wear wet woolen cloaks in a rainstorm, even as they weigh her down like a second layer of gravity. What Christina is fighting now are the machines that tear relentlessly at her home. She will – probably – win.