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Her arms were spread wide as she spun and spun and spun

hundreds of men who can loose an arrow, but only a handful

debated the beginning and end of Reconstruction, as well as exactly

when she was a woman. She looked at the man and saw a child

when I was little, yet I still remember him. He was as tall as a

substantial amount of marijuana, as well as a tiny amount of cocaine

accustomed to death. The routine of death; the mossy, mothy

people would understand that there could be no going back

despite the brutal, debilitating impact of these “collateral consequences”

from the same bottle the night before he died. The bottle she had

presumed to threaten me, so I killed him and fed him to the

mainstream, white society. Mass incarceration has nullified many.