I recently read in a book I bought 'the cries of the poor may not always be just, but if you don't listen to it you will never know justice'. I got in touch with my prodigal younger brother. I found him after searching for him on the Internet. At first I wasn't sure since he used his full name. His display was our father's given name plus his mom's birthright. Even though he is shades lighter than my black complexion, I saw the resemblance in the brow we share. I am not at odds with his true manliness. But am on edge worried that just because I prefer women (obsessed to an angst ridden demise) he may not realize how much I respect him. By the way, the first sentence doesn't have anything to do with him.
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