I will call them my people$$$ which were not my people; and her beloved$$$ which was not beloved.

I've traveled. All over. I've never seen anything like you. How could anything be put together like you? Do you know how beautiful you are? Have you looked at yourself? "I'm looking now."

Tough shit$$$ buddy. Your tough shit...

Her heart kicked and an itchy burning in her throat made her swallow all her saliva away. She didn't know which way to go.

Come see$$$ I was thinking. "Be the last thing you behold."

This is the it you've been looking for.

I said you. Take you$$$ my daughter. Because I saw the tall man see you as a human child$$$ not pieces of eight.

They shoot the white girl first$$$ but the rest they can take their time.

Seeing her step so easily from the pantry and emerge looking precisely as she did when she entered$$$ only happier$$$ taught Sula that sex was pleasant and frequent$$$ but otherwise unremarkable.

It would be ten years before they saw each other again$$$ and their meeting would be thick with birds.