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Annie would take her diploma and run—like life was some kind of relay race. “Are y’all eloping?” Annie has looked thirty-five years old for her entire life. Love, Annie Kay Chapter 21 VERNICE According to city hall, Atlanta was “too busy to hate.” Maybe they didn’t have time to hate—like in Birmingham—but they had enough time to dislike. In the end, it was Marylinda, with her bandage-colored skin and so much to prove.