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And I'm totally freaked out. I'm staring at everyone. Everyone is staring at everyone. I'm profiling. Profiling!
But I can't help it. Because of couse the two suspicious guys with the duffle bags are carrying bombs.
And then my eyes itch. Or burn. I can't tell. But I'm sure it must be some kind of chemical weapon. Because it's rush hour on a crowded NYC subway and my eyes itch. Or burn. And people don't like us.
So then I'm angry because I'm never anxious on the subway and I'm never suspicious on the subway.
And I swear to god I don't know how anyone in Israel ever gets on a fucking bus. Ever.
But I can't help it. Because of couse the two suspicious guys with the duffle bags are carrying bombs.
And then my eyes itch. Or burn. I can't tell. But I'm sure it must be some kind of chemical weapon. Because it's rush hour on a crowded NYC subway and my eyes itch. Or burn. And people don't like us.
So then I'm angry because I'm never anxious on the subway and I'm never suspicious on the subway.
And I swear to god I don't know how anyone in Israel ever gets on a fucking bus. Ever.
