The Help 8.9分
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She kept her thumb pressed hard in my hand.I nodded that I understood.I was smart enough to understand she meant white people.And even though I still felt miserable,and knew that I was most likely,ugly,it was the first time she ever talked to me like I was something besides my mother's white child.All my life I'd been told to believe about politics,colored,being a girl.But with Constantine's thumb pressed in my hand,I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.

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