But when I check my cell, I realize that my lunch meeting is canceled. I make my way home, frustrated and annoyed. A very bad day. I don’t go buy myself a 9-millimeter gun or drive by a bunch of places where the white men who have frustrated me are employed. I don't kill a bunch of people. I don't tell anyone there is some sexual obsession that drove me to insanity.
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