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The deputy and I exchanged glances. With his eyes and a nod, he told me to put my arms around her. Which I did.
Years ago, Professor Antoine told me that if I stayed here, they were going to break me down to the n***** I was born to be. But he didn’t tell me that my aunt would help them do it.
But I was not thinking about Jackie now, or Joe Louis, or the little Irishman; I was thinking about that cold, depressing cell.
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