It’s 8:30 a.m. on an August Monday. The sun has begun to melt expectations; there is no breeze. Mosquitoes dive bomb any human venturing out o…
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I would like to start this letter by saying I don’t know Mr. Frederick Dardant or Charleen Markle.
‘Thug’ is not a Skin Color