Brooklynn Smith

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And somehow, even in my indifference, I knew Robert was special. He had an aura that set him apart—not just from the few colored boys I’d encountered here and there but from the white boys, too. An intensity smoldered in his eyes, contradicting the steadiness that, in any other young man, might have been a sign of a lack of complexity.
Calling Me Home
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