Oh, yeah. I forgot. I’m not in a cozy bookstore. I’m not even in Barnes & Noble.
Emotions she didn’t dare express out loud would appear at the end of her paintbrush.
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?
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