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All Look Same

Once I rushed upon my sister from behind to exclaim exuberantly about some stupid shit. I clutched bright-eyed and exultant upon her hand. She turned around and she was just SOME ASIAN. I was horrified. So was not my sister. The universe swirled into an unspeakable black hole standstill while we gazed with arctic alarm and a profoundness of dread deep into each other’s eyes. There was no love or recognition there, only confusion and fear. My grip upon this stranger woman’s Asian hands meanwhile was transgressive and severe. Finally one of us summoned sufficient strength to wrench themselves away. Think it was her. God. All look same.

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