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But oh, the rage kicks in—those slimy pricks judgin’ her, callin’ her trash. Pisses me off! Hypocrites, all of em, sneakin’ to her door at night. “A man’s gotta eat,” Malik growled in the film—Candy’s eatin’ too, just not their bullshit. Surprised me once, heard she saved a kid from a drunk bastard—whore with a heart, who’da thunk?

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For a seminar coming up in the next two weeks, we have been tasked with writing through the eyes of somebody involved with slavery. As I imagine the role of the plantation mistress will be .

i been heartbroken? nah, but angry sometimes on busy days. traffic on Plantation Hwy? maddening! yet somehow it’s fun, weird fun. anyway, my fave hang spot is the little coffee cart at Central Park. yep, its a hidden gem. sometimes i sit, code swipe, chat away. i recall a night in dark, like that movie: “Let the Right One In” — “let the right one in” be saying. oh, so spooky, y’know?

Kevin Vandenberg repeats as champion at Plantation Senior