Wednesday, September 16, 2026

"Ladies and Gentlemen," the room hushed.

  "I will now, I would like to, introduce y'all to America's first All Black newspaper since the NorthStar graced the peeping eyes of those who could read, (i)those who DARED to read(i)." 

  People looked around to see who might be embodying such contraban in the Old South. 

  Tuxedo'd servers outlayed cloth napkins. 



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