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I always joke around about how I am illegal. People laugh, give me nervous looks, then ask for clarification. “Wait are you serious?” they would ask as if not being american is lethal. I always joke around about how I am illegal I’m not, but once I say that people look at me lesser than equal. They forget that more than one race is allowed in this nation. I always joke around about how I am illegal. People laugh, give me nervous looks, then ask for clarification.
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Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
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I always joke around about how I am illegal. People laugh, give me nervous looks, then ask for clarification. “Wait are you serious?” they would ask as if not being american is lethal. I always joke around about how I am illegal I’m not, but once I say that people look at me lesser than equal. They forget that more than one race is allowed in this nation. I always joke around about how I am illegal. People laugh, give me nervous looks, then ask for clarification.
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Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
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