a poem to the black man who called me an arab and told me not to bomb the train like we did in boston

a poem to the black man who called me an arab and told me not to bomb the train like we did in boston

Amalsaysmeow

I Should Probably Have A Title

For Ana &Amp;Lt;3 (Please Do Not Read Unless You Are A Gishminion Or Ana. Ty!) Shake Shake The Door Handle Kept Twisting Back And Forth For A Few More Short Seconds Before The Persistence Of Whoever Was Locked Out Quit. The Room Was Densely Packed With

Let Yourself Let Go.

&Amp;Ldquo;My Normally Sane Buddy Is A Little On Edge Because Of The Very Tight Window That Exists Between Our Arrival At Heathrow And The Rupert Grint Meet-And-Greet At Leicester Square.”

Let Yourself Let Go.

Chained To A Comet.

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&Amp;Ldquo;The Gallagher Clan Is Flush. We’re Creeping Up On The Poverty Line. We Haven’t Quite Dragged Ourselves Over It Yet, But At Least We Can See It From Here.&Amp;Rdquo;

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