Miss America Woke Up With Blackface and Redface Stains On Her Breasts, And Was Like, Whatever

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The paler boy stood in the center of the room and pulled his shoes off, one at a time, and as he bent over he worried he was showing his ass to Miss America. He’d picked the worst boxer briefs to wear that night, his laundry day pair. The elastic had lost its will to live and gapped badly across the top of his buttocks. He never…

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writer at MEL magazine, essay & short stories at Medium, and always in the mood for donuts

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Zaron Burnett III

Zaron Burnett III

writer at MEL magazine, essay & short stories at Medium, and always in the mood for donuts