I don't like racism anymore.

I don't either. I'm kind of over it now.

I really was like, oh, it's like a target of racism.

I was like, oh, it's not my fault I'm Russian.

I know.

Now I know what black's in Asian so I'm about.

I was like, stop.

This racism thing is, it doesn't feel so good.

Maybe on the other side of actually.

It's getting out of control.

There's a problem.

I actually don't care about being the target of racism.

I'm just too fragile and I'll go over it to go to it.

I can't. I was like, I can't do it.

Sopping mean to me.

My friend told me that the reason I was such a troubled and

conflicted individual is because I'm a

mischling of the lowest dog races.

Wow.

And I said, true respect.

I mean, I'm sorry, certainly.

You're a little higher on the totem pole than me, no offense.

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