"I can't believe you said that, you're such an asshole," Anthony's girlfriend snaps, looking around the crowded coffee house to make sure no one heard.
"Oh come on, when the UN left Darfur, they weren't on the road for five minutes before they heard gunfire. Entire villages huddle with their families in hospitals, praying their pink little palms off, and they're still hacked apart with machetes like prime rib and dumped into the rivers by the thousands. Sweetie, not even Africans like niggers."
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