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Ten Nine

“He ain’t Black!”

“From a White womb.”

“No Nigger prez.”

Ten Eight

“I’m fond of you.”

She recoils, sensing love, not affection.

Ten Seven

Pass the beer!

Guzzle the rotgut!

Hold breath to forget.

Ten Six

Two.

Alone afire.

Hands aflame.

Joining one.

Cooling the heartbeats.

Ten Five

Santa runs.

Elves hide.

Rudolph retired from playing reindeer games.

Ten Four

“10-4,” the cop blurted.

Jerry died, choked by handcuffs.

Ten Three

Susie threw a Frisbee and her sister lost an eye.