UnBooks:My sojourn/Chapter 16
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That negro was terrifying!!
So there I was
and this dastardly negro
so I pulled out my
canister of mace and briskly crossed the street, and he didn't follow, because negroes are afraid of traffic.
I barely got away with my power bill and six housekeeping magazines.
Terrifying. He nearly raped me.