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Sixteen-year-old Jake Livingston sees dead people everywhere. But he can't decide what's worse: being a medium forced to watch the dead play out their last moments on a loop or being at the mercy of racist teachers as one of the few Black students at St.
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Overwhelming, intimate, bleak and resolved.
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“I'd hate to be that kid who died in PE class.”
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