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death seemed to be stalking him.
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late on afternoon when i finally read the BOOK REVIEW section, my blood began to boil.
i felt like my heritage was a defendant at a tribunal, and i had no choice bu to protect it and denounce such an outdated prejudice.
i just knew that i had to write this letter in the same way a priest had to pray, or a musician has to play an instrument.
realistically, i approaching writing like waxing a car thoroughly and repeatedly.
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