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Wondering, I
turned my head to see what he might be looking at, momentarily even forgetting that I'd
asked a question. All I saw was my room, my messed up bed, my dresser, clothes on the
floor. Then I saw what was on my wall, another of those things I'd never thought about
before in relation to Anthony, myself, and our respective races.