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Isaiah turned up the country music on his truck’s stereo and backed out onto the road. “First you wake me up to work on a Saturday, then you make me listen to this shit?” Evan said.
Real shit
And for decades, despairing men had gotten drunk and beaten their partners and children, feeding a cycle of abuse that continued when those kids grew up. It became so normal that everyone forgot about the root of this turmoil: their forced displacement from their homelands and the violent erasure of their culture, language, and ceremonies.
Survival had always been an integral part of their culture. It was their history.
They had held out hope that one day their beautiful ways would be able to reemerge and flourish once again.
She’s lived through it all, he thought. If she’s not worried, then we shouldn’t be.
competing omens forced the calm from his mind and body.
It was Nick Jones,
Nick jonas at the native reservation??
“come in peace or leave in pieces.”
“Yeah, Walter, it’s okay,” said a new voice through the open door at the back. Everyone turned to see the tall, bald, muscular white man walk into the room.
FUCK OFF
“Hey bud!” chirped Scott
I want to kill him
our
Scott shut the fuck up
