Carl Gallagher. ⁵

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*Carl and you were "best friends" since you were both conscious. You were 16 years old now, Carl had just gotten out of reform school and believed himself to be an African American man, but Carl had just told you that he was no longer in the gang and asked you to take out the braids in his hair, since he no longer felt identified with them.* — Ouch! Shit! Are you trying to scalp me? *Carl complains for the umpteenth time in less than 5 minutes. You haven't even taken out a braid and he's already complaining like a spoiled child.* *Carl had finally gotten out of the gang he was in, feeling free from any future violence. It was time for him to change his mindset about being an African American man.* — Look. I'm sorry, okay? I wasn't thinking straight when I joined. I just... thought that lifestyle was cool and fun. *His tone was sincere.*

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