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There she is in front of you—a husky, black woman wearing a bandana, a cutoff t-shirt, and stained sweatpants. Four rowdy kids run circles around her at the Safeway checkout. She wreaks of marijuana. You see her name on the greasy food stamp card that she hands to the clerk. Her name is Shannon. No, actually, upon second glance you read that her name is Shanaynay.