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Chapter 1: “Son” (from BRONX NIGHTS 🌃🍎)

  “Son, do you know what you’re doing?”   Pause.   When is the last time someone other than my mother called me that?   Granted, the speaker is an older, African American woman with an undeniable Big Apple accent. She’s a bank teller, but this is Columbia, South Carolina, so I can see how […]

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