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Self-hating
Phyloxena went to farmers' market with a neighbor and was surprised to realize that she was rather annoyed by said neighbor mentioning her Russian background at every stall. I mean, not that I'm ashamed of being relatively Russian or anything. Nor that I never abuse arguable advantages of being a foreigner and able to safely misunderstand (or, perhaps, pretend to) certain conventions. But on farmers' market? Bit irrelevant, don't you think?
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