Tellthe little black girl raped first at ten and pregnant by gang bang at thirteen that she needs poise so she canescape into a world of gumdrops and lollipops. When they found out his brain was being eaten up by the tumor, sheflipped and went off the deep end. It soaked through my skirt and I struggled to my knees to keep it from soaking into my panties. Would you like something else to drink? I asked.
How ironic. I almost believe that, ma cherie, almost. I get spirit messages. I just don’t have thefacility.
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