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"I’m just trying to make sure I get the names right," Leo said, gesturing to a photo of three people laughing outside a brick building. "The archives are missing so many stories."

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"Sometimes I feel like I'm late to the party," Leo admitted. "Like I missed the hardest parts of the fight."