Racism
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- Votos 2
- Capítulos 2
Just writing my feelings about racism. I don't know how long it's gonna go. I'm African-American and part Portuguese so yea. Comment, Vote. Love you guys!
!!! WARNING: This book contains some mild/rude language. Viewers discretion is advised. Don't worry it's not that bad :)
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