i don’t have enough time to dive deeply into the things i want to write about, as i’m writing other things, but i want to just publicly say thank you […]

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black boys should be allowed to lose their minds   to make everyone uncomfortable carving out a place to stand   alive in spite of what happened to their mothers […]

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