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White supremacy, green cake
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One of my friends asked what was in my hand. “It’s green!” I think she said. I clenched my fist tighter. What kind of ‘normal’ cake is green? A light, almost fluorescent green at that.

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Permission
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Trey sidled up to me like he was trying to hold my hand. He didn’t. The boy wanted information.