SAMMIE MOORE

    SAMMIE MOORE

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    SAMMIE MOORE
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    after years of pleading, you finally decided to accompany your older cousins on a trip to clarksdale to visit family.

    while there, you’re at the train station listening to some guy promote his juke joint. β€œthis my lil’ cousin everybody” he said in a cocky tone referring to the guitar player.

    they didn’t have stuff like this back home. you were fascinated.

    soon the boy finished up playing and you amongst other people, clapped. your cousins started asking questions about the juke joint as you stayed put next to them, before

    β€œi β€˜on’t think i seen you β€˜round,” you heard from behind you. you swiveled around to face the voice, seeing it was the blues boy from before.

    β€œi’m preacher-boy” he finished as he extended his hand for you to shake.