Should I just ignore the Black people in Cleveland for being racist to me? They just want to say I'm one of them when it's not cool. White people tell them not to do that, but they succumb and go crazy. They should formally be friendly with me if they want to start opening up in new ways.
Do you think my aunt Joni has what I used to have, where maybe she automatically confides in prestigious people she confronts or ones who care a lot about her emotional pleasure?
I'm not one of Andre Rieu's puppets who gets stowed away and doesn't even get a chance in his orchestra like I would never play like there's some bad reason on my part and where something funny happens and it just goes on tomorrow looking like nothing happened sorta calm and no answer right away and in the end maybe no effect in life.
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