Madhurabharatula Pranav Rohit Kasinath

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As she looked down on Sal before her, she suddenly stopped chewing the gum. Her thin lips settled like a single bleed across her face. The old acne scars like embedded wreckage. She cleared her throat, and in one easy go of it, she asked, “Is God a nigger too?”
The Summer that Melted Everything
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