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Maya sat down, found her
$10K pen in her faux Dior and scribbled—not the great American novel, poetry or lyrics, but 25 tiny squares. Hip
Hop Party Bingo. She used to volunteer to call the numbers for the weekly game at Faustus Home for
the Aged. And what else could be more apropos in a bowling alley? |
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