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    Black Short Stories : Sticks

    Sticks “Mama, I’m cold.” “There is no more wood, baby. Jaliah, why didn’t you bring in more wood?” Jaliah looked up from his prayers. The last of the kindling was slowly giving up the ghost but not much heat. He said a few more quick words to the Lord and rose to his feet. “I will get more...
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