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For the life of me, I couldn’t find that damn tooth. Where could it have gone? The mob descended on us, on him, exactly where I was standing. I can’t believe I lost his tooth. It’s always felt like my fault. I’m clearly too Black to be with a white guy. Don’t you know your place, your lane? I’m clearly too white, with my blond-haired, blue-eyed mom and dad who marries white women. You talk like...