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“Good afternoon, Ms. Carter," Dr. Davis, the headmaster, says. He's leaving as I'm going in and doesn't wait for my response. Does he know all the students by name, or just the ones who are black like him? I hate that I think about stuff like that now.”

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The Hate U Give

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