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I was headed home on the bus. It seemed like a pleasant afternoon with no problems so far. Sitting next to me was my favorite kind of women:fine azn women. But only seconds later the peace was disturbed. A large black figure appeared and behind it clouds of cotton. "I Ursella shall rule the world!" shouted the figure. The clouds flew my way and choked me to near death. That's when I noticed a knife in the corner of my eye. I grabbed it and tore the clouds apart.Why would a black woma be so stereotypical?
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