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I need to get out of the hood.
Like pronto.
Like expeditiously.
Interning at a law firm where there nothing but white folks and very few black faces may not be my ticket to go. I don’t want to get trapped somewhere between a Pumpkin Spice Latte convention and the Sunken Place.
Yet, when I do cross paths with him, well, it’s game over.
Every girl has that line they will not cross. Savior Ellison was that line.
