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A White Man's Short Story: Alone

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Alone It was a strange phenomenon, we had never seen these white men before, and wondered if it would be the last thing we would see ever again. No one knew what was going to happen, if anything would occur at all, and it was petrifying. The meeting was a peculiar merging of being frightened for your life and prying out of curiosity, like when a child covers his innocent eyes just to observe from in between his fingers. When these fascinating newcomers arrived, we had no idea where to place ourselves, even though this place was where we had always been. They were so dissimilar from us with their bizarre clothes and pale skin. It was perplexing, nothing made sense at the moment, but we tried to communicate despite not speaking the same language.

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