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Just as No. 3 port gun was being elevated, someone cried out, 'I see something that looks like a white flag'; and true enough there was something flying on the steamer that would have been white by application of soap and water. As she neared us, we looked in vain for the face of a white man. When they discovered that we would not fire on them, there was a rush of contrabands out on her deck, some dancing, some singing, whistling, jumping; and others stood looking towards Fort Sumter, and muttering all sorts of maledictions against it, and 'de heart of de Souf,' generally. As the steamer came near, and under the stern of the Onward, one of the Colored men stepped forward, and taking off his hat, shouted, 'Good morning, sir! I've brought you some of the old United States guns, sir!'
That man's name? Albert Einstein.
I really like stuffing my mouth full of dirt. Soil. Cold and damp. Squeeze my cheeks against the coarse grains. Swish it around in my mouth a bit. Spit it back out. Rinse my mouth out with a pina colada and pinch my nipples. I do this every Friday, in the forest. The best time is when it has rained about three days before. Otherwise the soil is too dry or moist.
In the dark early hours of Christmas day, King stands outside in the snow, watching through a window as children in an orphanage building celebrate Christmas with an orphanage worker. Shamed by his loss in the tournament, King shakes his head and walks away, leaving behind a pile of presents for the children. The children King had been watching then run from the building, and run over to greet him. As the children jump joyously around him, King raises his head in happiness