[A]ll these objects were as well known to me as the cold hearth of my deserted home, and every moss-grown wall and plot of orchard ground, alike as twin lambs are to each other in a stranger's eye, yet to my accustomed gaze bore differences, distinction, and a name.

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The reinforced steel columns showed no signs of over-stressing due to uneven settlementation.

They called me a gook and a rice eater. Yet right beneath or simultaneous with the racial harassment, the slut story took shape.