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A Month. That's How Long We Would Have  |
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As the Summer Drew to a Close |
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Finally, During Recess |
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I Felt a Hard Knock to the Jaw |
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I Gathered Up Books |
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I Spent the Last Two Years of High School |
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In 1960 |
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It's Hard to Know |
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Lolo Was There to Greet Us |
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Looking Back |
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Man, I'm Not Going to Anymore of These |
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Miscegenation |
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My Grandmother Didn't Have an Answer |
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My Mother Had Left the Cousin's House |
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My Mother Laughs at This Point |
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My Mother Preferred a Gentler Portrait |
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My Mother Watched Us |
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My Mother's Worst Fears Didn't Come to Pass |
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One Day, I Awoke to the Sound |
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Over Lunch |
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Preface 1 |
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Preface 2 |
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Regina Smiled |
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She Had Only One Ally |
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Still Something Had Happened |
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That Was the World |
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That's How All the Stories Went |
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That's How Things Were |
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That's Just How White Folks'll Do You |
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The First Thing to Remember |
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The Road to the Embassy |
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There Was Only One Problem |
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There Wasn't Much Light Left |
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They Eloped |
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Things Had Got Complicated |
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To Avoid Being Mistaken for Such a Sellout |
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We Had Lived in Indonesia |
