She waved me over, and I leaned in close. She couldn’t speak very loudly any more.
“Don’t tell your grandfather,” she said, “but I think I’m going to vote for that black boy.”
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She waved me over, and I leaned in close. She couldn’t speak very loudly any more.
“Don’t tell your grandfather,” she said, “but I think I’m going to vote for that black boy.”