Different Shades of Love
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In the early 1800's slavery was still up and around. White people thought they were superior to the African-Americans they treated them like animals. One young girl whoms father owned a cotton farm always had slaves coming in to work him and he was known for also having the biggest death toll of slaves in the whole south! But this girl was different from her father and all those around her she was madly in love with a slave who she had known since she was small and unknown to her he was in love with her as well! I hope you all love my interracial story!
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"Mommy am I your child?" My mom looked down and chuckled at me. "Of course you are Theo." She said continuing to cut the vegetables that I hated. "Then why do we have different skin?" I blurted. I was five at the time and I didn't know any better. "Who said that?" She asked looking at me concerned. She knew I wouldn't have thought that on my own. I was always perfectly happy with everything. "This kid Matt. He said his mommy thinks you're weird because we're two different skins." I said coloring in my book. "Well don't listen to what people say. Love doesn't discriminate." She told me sternly. I took her advice. Highest rank: #6 in interracial #2 in interracial-romance # 3 in sexualthemes
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