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By AnonymWilliam Staikos
I can only afford five apples instead of eight. I’m so broke!” exclaimed one woman. “I know, right,” replied another. Their conversation made me sick.
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By AnonymWilliam Staikos
More reporters shouted, and guards moved them away in the air and on foot. As they did, more kept coming towards us. They did not appear to have the mannerisms of a person, but that of a desperate wild animal. “What’s wrong with them?” “Money makes the world go around, Salan. It’s their job,” sighed Mr. Gram. “They’re like caged animals. Couldn’t they be less aggressive?” “That doesn’t get listeners. A reaction on the radio gets people tuning in. Just say nothing to them. They aren’t worth your voice or time,” Mr. Gram grinned.
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By AnonymWilliam Staikos
Racism the safety net for the stupid.
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By AnonymWilliam Staikos
What about dad? Why is he never here? Doesn’t he care?” “Don’t talk about him that way, Salan.” “Why do you defend him?!” I screamed. My mother's eyes watered, she walked up to my chair to hug me. “Because he gave me you,” she whispered.
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