She wanted to penetrate the shells in the way doctors would when performing a procedure on her.
I just knew that, as a black woman, if I wanted to write, I needed some credentials.
Should parents ever censor what their kids read?
Those mornings shivering at the mean edge of the public pool were worth it for the moment when you’d slide into the deep end.
She’d lift gifts from her suitcase, and I would forgive her desertion instantly.
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