“It’s a horrible world. White people try to tell us that everything will be just fine when we go to heaven. My question is, Will they be there? If so, I might make other arrangements.” Easter laughed.
I laughed with him.
Sunday, February 9, 2025
the last book I ever read (James: A Novel by Percival Everett, excerpt seven)
“It’s a horrible world. White people try to tell us that everything will be just fine when we go to heaven. My question is, Will they be there? If so, I might make other arrangements.” Easter laughed.
I laughed with him.
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