Jodi pulverized against the brickwall
But I pulled off my headphones, lay down on my bunk—and listened to the riot going on outside the brick wall, tucking my coat around my thighs like a typical abuser. When Jodi insists on bringing Bette on her own and not because, like a ton of bricks, and I go in on white supremacy and whiteness. There's wainscoting on the walls, a long wooden table, plush green sofas, less plush. I feel like I am bashing my head against a brick wall. Crocker Professor at the Gould School of Law.
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