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“A know that some rich, white looking people don't want to have anything to do with the likes of us. But this world is a big place and have enough space for all the different race of people that God make — black, white, yellow, red and all the ones that don't know where they belong, like the girl you fight with at school. Don't let anybody make you feel less than what you are. Work hard and do your best and even though I not a Christian but God must help you one way of the other.”

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