“He wouldn't ever be safe, even if he complied, he could still be harmed in some way; call it an accident, call it"what did he do to deserve it?" call it he should've stopped sooner and faster and laid flatter on the ground, call it Rasheed's legacy, call it a few "bad apples," God-fucking-damn it, the inconvenience of somehow getting the bad one every fucking time, the inconvenience of losing your life, the lack of luxury to test each apple for the gun-toting worm.”
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Phillip B. Williams,
Ours: A Novel