I was a frightfully fretful child from the get go, chewing my fingernails down to little pink bleeding nubs. I think my fear had to do with my mother’s repeated warning that “black terrorists were coming in the middle of the night to slit our throats”. Yup, I think that’s what did it, because, as you probably know, seven-year-old girls don’t like having their throats slit by black terrorists, or terrorists of any color for that matter.
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