When Bri’s book finally persepolis: the story of a childhood (1 and 2) health & daily living sexuality & pregnancy

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When Bri’s book finally came out in August of health & daily living sexuality & pregnancy ’93 – health & daily living sexuality & pregnancy a full month before Joshua’s – the tabloids health & daily living sexuality & pregnancy began running almost weekly pictures of my mother attending the funerals of several beloved entertainers and black professional athletes that had been rumored to have been her lovers over the years. Each and every single one seemed to run the same cover picture: a close-up of my mother’s face, veiled in black, and her white-gloved hand holding a silk, monogrammed handkerchief (probably worth $450) that she used to dab the tears from her mascara-streaked face while her butler held Lippy, her favorite Chihuahua, decked out in a blank veil and topcoat. Over the next four years, I moved up in the sales world going from entry-level assistant account executive to senior vice president in just over seven quarters.
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