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“Mommy, Mommy!” exclaims Klara. “I have amazing news! Letters c and k make the same noise!”
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The priest’s wife had her birthday today. Klara counted 7 candles on the birthday cake.
“Joan is turning 7 years old today,” she informed everybody.
The popadiya was very happy about this interpretation.
There’s this children’s book called “Everybody Is Cooking Rice.” At first, it’s cute. A girl visits every house on her street and sees that everybody is making a rice dish for dinner.
“The Diazes are from Mexico. They came here a year ago. They are cooking rice!
“The Bahns are from Vietnam. They came here 3 months ago. They are cooking rice!”
As the book goes on, though, it gets creepy. Everybody is from someplace else. Everybody just came here 5 minutes ago. Everybody barely speaks English.
By the end of the book, you fully expect to find a Trump campaign sticker attached to the last page asking people to donate money if they don’t want to be replaced.
