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Daily Archives: April 10, 2013
Response to the next table over
I think I feel my stomach turn to hear you from our seats; but I cannot turn off my ears to block your hurtful speech. I wonder, have you any clue just how much I despise that vacuous, self-serving look … Continue reading
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Tagged bigotry, conversation, NaPoWriMo, public decency, tolerance, un-love
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