Lying on a cold, hard doctor’s table in the middle of the night, too scared to utter a cohesive sentence, I began bartering with
“You talk so white.” I stared back at the girl who’d just said that to me, not surprised by her comment, but also unsure
“Eight, nine, ten … ready or not here I come!” Giggles unmistakably coming from behind the curtains. Doing my best to play along, I
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