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The eighth grade was a different story. I was small. They were tall. One girl swung from the doorway when she came in. I had no idea how to get these kids quiet.
Salsam
Andrew Jazprose Hill
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Love this description, Salsam!
I write about Art, Culture, and Race in The Jazprose Diaries on Substack. My short stories are there too in The Fiction Fix. Read me, Seymour, read me.
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