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I feel like I have the right to cuss like a sailor because I am the descendant of one. I can remember the stories my mother used to tell, of the man who made perfect pancakes. It was all I knew about him besides the other story about their first kiss in the rain, then she married him. And when I braid my hair I am Pocahontas, because if my great-grandfather whom I've never known. I wish I'd been there when my family lived in Morocco or Puerto Rico, I wish I was foreign. Even though, it takes forever for my mother's files to go through anything because she is not U.S. born. I think I just want to know what box to check in the race section of applications.
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
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I feel like I have the right to cuss like a sailor because I am the descendant of one. I can remember the stories my mother used to tell, of the man who made perfect pancakes. It was all I knew about him besides the other story about their first kiss in the rain, then she married him. And when I braid my hair I am Pocahontas, because if my great-grandfather whom I've never known. I wish I'd been there when my family lived in Morocco or Puerto Rico, I wish I was foreign. Even though, it takes forever for my mother's files to go through anything because she is not U.S. born. I think I just want to know what box to check in the race section of applications.
momo
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
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