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Corey Blasingame sits slumped across the table from Boone.

“I have noth——”

“Save it.”

Corey shrugs and reaches for the plastic bottle of water by his right hand. Boone gets to it first and moves it out of reach. When Corey stretches his arm out to get the bottle, Boone grabs his wrist and holds it down on the table.

Then he reaches over and slides Corey’s sleeve up.

Sees the “5” tattoo.

He lets Corey’s wrist go. The kid jerks his arm back and smirks at Boone.

“I killed him,” Corey says, “because I thought he was a nigger.”

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