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[Smucky]

There was a large black girl named Deniesha in my middle school. She was large, large and tall. Taller than I. And she was severely pigeon toed and walked like a gimp. She used to spit on me, a lot. Once in math class, she spit on me. And many time in PE class, she'd spit on me. You never knew when it would happen. There was always laughter, but not from me. But I never hated her for it. I don't know why. I felt it a disgusting thing. But nearly every year on the first day of school after summer breaks, I'd run into her. "Hi!" she would yell and wave a hand. I'd sheepishly wave back and smile. I knew I had a friend. And that felt good.

I've tried to find her on facebook a few times. This being now 20+ years later. To no avail. And that only means one thing, she's in the slum still, probably the same city. Only now with many kids. Poor Deniesha.