The threads of malice creeping toward him from Beloved's side of the table were held harmless in the warmth of Sethe's smile.
The threads of malice creeping toward him from Beloved's side of the table were held harmless in the warmth of Sethe's smile.
I'm always annoyed about why black people have to bear the brunt of everybody else's contempt. If we are not totally understanding and smiling, suddenly we're demons.
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