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“Can you describe the suspect that entered the house”. The officer's crisp words seemed to slice into his skin. “I didn't see anyone go in,” James said timidly and avoiding eye contact. “Seeing as there are many hispanic workers in the neighborhood can you suspect that he might be hispanic?” “No I didn't see anyone go in,” James repeated, this time tilting his head upwards. “But there are hispanic workers in this neighborhood,correct?” “Correct.” “So the possibility of a hispanic man walking around this neighborhood is common.” “Yes.” “So you see them all the time?” “Yes.” “So the suspect is hispanic?” “No.” “No? He's of a different race.” “No he’s…” “But they walk around frequently.” “Yes.” “They are hispanic?” “Yes.” “So he's …show more content…

These were men with guns. “Officers officers officers” his head began to scream. How would he ever talk to officers. He halted a few feet away from one of the men. “Move along,” the officer said but James stood perfectly still. Looking at James with a furrowed brow the policeman asked “Where do you live?” “Here,” James replied pointing to the house with officers swarming around it like ants. Ray has only lived with us for a little while. A few years but it feels like only a few months. He's my half brother but my brother just the same. I have two brothers and that's that. The lack of blood we share does not determine our connection. He's a lot older than us. He's 23 and starting his career out here after the bad things he left in LA. He's a pescatarian, barista, rapper and his colorful laugh is infectious. He doesn't know how to wrap christmas presents and he rolls his eyes if you ever play a macklemore song. Hes sweet and he never says too much and reminds me of what the scent of sandalwood would be if it were a person. And when we were growing up we never really knew him it was always my mom talking about how Ray is this and Ray is that. But one thing Ray never was in her eyes was her child. My mom and I drove home from going to the gym. We try to go as often as we can. The air conditioner was blasting and the sweat dripping from my temples started to dry only leaving the scent of a salty musk in the air. Music was

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