Sometimes I wish I were on better terms with the people that share my last name. But they will never allow it. Too much happened and they are just not worth it. Time or the bullets.
I suppose I'm lucky. I've always been a "say it once" kind of person. I learned it from her so the flu hoax never came between us. She made a choice and has to live with it just like everyone else. She raised me ask to questions; we just accepted different answers. She's wise to the jews and their nigger tools even if she's too polite to say it. I'm just glad I get to hear her voice after all she gave me.
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