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The only nice thing I ever got back then was a dog. We lived on Fifteenth Street and Erie Avenue, in the heart of North Philadelphia. It was a tough area where shit happened consistently. One afternoon, my dad came home with a huge Labrador. I couldn’t believe it. I was so happy, I couldn’t stop screaming. I fell in love with that dog instantly. “What’s this, Spoon?” my mom asked when she saw it. There was a note of skepticism in her voice. “You got a dog?” “I bought a dog for the boys,” my dad said with forced nonchalance. “They been talking about a dog.” This dog wasn’t a puppy. It was ...more
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I Can't Make This Up: Life Lessons
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