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I’m twelve and the black-haired boy sitting next to me is telling bad jokes. He turns to me with a huge grin. “What is the difference between a Jew and a pizza?” I say nothing.

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I’m not a religious woman, but I’ll call upon my dad in that booth. I’ll hope if there is an afterlife, he’s watching out. I’ll hope if he’s been reincarnated, he’s that cute squirrel that hangs out in our backyard. I’ll hope that he knows some people are still trying to create the future he believed in.

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They may look like us, but they’re a sick fucking people and it’s our responsibility as Americans to “bring the pain.”

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I didn’t know that if you’re not driving happy, you’re not gonna be happy at all because the majority of time is spent in your car. Of course I didn’t know that, I’m a New Yorker. I never drive, I just listen to people argue on the subway during rush hour…