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I’m in Love with a Dead Man

Last month, I went to my homegirl’s wedding. We’ve been cool since high school, and the wedding was in our old stomping grounds: the south-eastside of Fort Worth. Aside from a few folks here and there, the reception was all-Black — chopped and screwed music flowed from crackling speakers to our nostalgic ears. The DJ […]

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