danasprincess
Every day this year, there has been an Oreo in the right hand corner of my desks. Every class I walk into, there's an Oreo waiting for me.
And it's only on my desk.
Roman has been leaving me these Oreos. He says I act too white. Well, I think he acts too black.
I'm an Oreo. He's an inside out Oreo.
Maybe we fit together in this awkward world full of race, curls, and cookies.
**Interracial Love Story**
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