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senselessly my Mum though i know from where she came until the day she passed away still carried baggage from where she had come from other then from my Nonna who we called Nona be cause she said so america now we live so parla solo only Inglese we are now them and will become and fit in so no worry about names and taunting even if it seems the ropes seem to be ever tightening for though they throw words like wop just stop and pick up that coal that they threw at you we'll use it to cook dinner but this will persist in your mind for a life time and as time passed by i saw my Mum in a grocery store we kissed and hug ed but she whispered in my ear don't buy oranges now because next week the price is going to be less

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