The Distinguished Gentlemen & Miss Honey
“I aim high,” all 20 roar, using their hands to shoot 20 imaginary baskets.
“I will never, never, never, accept failure,” they boom, shaking their heads, “because I’m destined for greatness.”
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“Do y’all smell that?” he asked the audience. “It’s the smell of fire! Destiny’s burning in the fumes. Young lives just being consumed. […]















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