I see people in shades. I can’t help it, its just the way I am. I’ve come to realize the shades represent how the people are. The lighter the color, the better they are. I’ve seen a darker shade kick a cat. And now, I see a man boarding an airplane the color of nightime coal. And I know he has a bomb.
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