A Scholar's Fury: The Road to Justice
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to make me a target, or for people to treat me differently,
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hip, only knew my grandparents as "Sa
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andfather f
sentence, the implication
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randpa is or isn't!" she hiss
e mine, and you'll
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break me, to sil
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ter! They' re trying to... to keep me here! I' ll
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up a little, maybe
ain, a hard slap across the
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tus!" she yelled
nasty grin on his fa
e rough porch boards scraping my cheek as I
like he wanted
cut through the air,
is going on here? You beati
weathered face, stood at the edge of
n a neighbor, or
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ons f
renda said, her voice suddenly smooth
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trol the narrative, t
firm hand,
myself up, my body s
bbing, blood tri
a hand towards
elp me, I'm Sarah, Sheriff John' s gr
contact, to convey t
rawled in the mud, to B
hook his head, his eyes s
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renda said smoothly, step
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was younger, maybe even my age, grabbe
ging me towards t
da' s fingers had brui
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