In short, the suffering of black people continued to increase, and I continued getting the feeling that we, blacks of Alexandra, were like animals, quarantined inside a cage—by the white man—fomenting ignorance and death—and that there was nothing we could do about it but await, each, our violent end.
Hats wrote:"Frodo! Cast off your [s]sins[/s] into the fire!"
KhakiBlueSocks wrote:"I'm going to make you a prayer request you can't refuse..." Cue the violins.
The book he was reading was something from the Edo Period [1603-1868]...
There are those who merely dabble in withering looks, but Kyogokudo was a widely recognised master of the art. He favoured me with one now.
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