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Travis, your cousin, showed you how to masturbate. You were both ten. No one was at home. It was February and rainy. Travis pulled the curtains closed in the TV room and sat next to you on the couch. He … Continue reading

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The Short, Wayward Life of Ibrahima Diop

In the heavy weeks leading to Tabaski the streets began to sigh. Korite and the month of fasting were over. Late September winds whirled along the rocky coastlines of Dakar. Sultry swells struck the shores. The summer days slightly shortened, … Continue reading

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