Last month I lost a friend who you can easily describe as beyond her years. We were the exact same age, graduated in the same class, virtually had the same friends because despite the stark differences, she was mine.
I moved to the south right after sixth grade. Chicago was too expensive, my dad was in too much danger as a black man, and my nana said, “…
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