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Summary of Mashama Bailey & John O. Morisano's Black, White, and The Grey
Everest Media
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Éditeur:
Everest Media LLC
Everest Media LLC
Protection:
Filigrane
Filigrane
Année de parution:
2022
2022
ISBN-13:
9798822534889
Description:
Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 A phone was ringing in the background. I was in that in-between state that allowed the sounds from my surroundings to intertwine with my unconscious. It took me a moment or two to discern whether I was hearing my real phone or a conjured phone in my sleepy goings-on.
#2 I knew Scott was dead. My entire body felt the impact. I remained frozen in the middle of Bay Street, hoping he would walk out of the wreckage. I expected to see him, hear him, and hug him, but that didn’t happen.
#3 I was with my friend when the crash happened. I was petrified as I inched closer to the wreckage, looking for Scott. I heard cries and people moaning. There was glass everywhere, along with mangled pieces of metal. I was terrified that Scott might be dead.
#4 I normally don't participate in Savannah's parades or national holiday celebrations, as I find them uncomfortable. That night, I was there to help Mashama and Scott, and I was extremely nervous about what might happen next.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 A phone was ringing in the background. I was in that in-between state that allowed the sounds from my surroundings to intertwine with my unconscious. It took me a moment or two to discern whether I was hearing my real phone or a conjured phone in my sleepy goings-on.
#2 I knew Scott was dead. My entire body felt the impact. I remained frozen in the middle of Bay Street, hoping he would walk out of the wreckage. I expected to see him, hear him, and hug him, but that didn’t happen.
#3 I was with my friend when the crash happened. I was petrified as I inched closer to the wreckage, looking for Scott. I heard cries and people moaning. There was glass everywhere, along with mangled pieces of metal. I was terrified that Scott might be dead.
#4 I normally don't participate in Savannah's parades or national holiday celebrations, as I find them uncomfortable. That night, I was there to help Mashama and Scott, and I was extremely nervous about what might happen next.
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