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In a fight would be good, yes. To die fighting.
I will most likely die a recluse writer, in Scotland, with a black protege named Jamal who is the dog, for now at least. Sure, he'll be tested by the white-elitist teacher at his school who is simply trying to keep a brother down, but he'll rise above when, before I die, I pop up out of obscurity and academia-gossip and give a rousing reading of one of his best works. I will die a hero.
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EX: Whats new?
ME: I officially love coffee more then you now.
EX: uh...
ME: So, not much.
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