I stomped my foot at Cracker Barrel and got mad. I kept talking. Someone called me a nigger! Well, he said it. I think my dad got mad. Anyway, those people get friendly after they get over their initial shock. A store worker said hi to me. A thick Spanish waitress said my purse was on the floor. It's like a grayish brownish greenish, you can't tell. Well, I stomped my foot when no one was out there but my dad.. A nice blonde, kinda girlish with medium straight hair and bangs just got in her car..
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