Kenneth Bernoska

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“Jesus,” I breathed. I closed my eyes, the sight of my father’s fresh grave, the jet bridge to an airplane, and just being back there again in my mind all at the same time. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” “Kolo, I know it sounds crazy, but you—” “Please! Just stop!”
Out There Screaming: An Anthology of New Black Horror
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