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           Marlasays, "Getscrewed." 

           "Besides,"thespacemonkeysays, "youhaven’tbroughttherequireditems:twoblackshirts,twopairofblackpants-" 

           Marlascreams, "Tyler!" 

           "Onepairofheavyblackshoes." 

           "Tyler!" 

           "Twopairofblacksocksandtwopairofplainunderwear." 

           "Tyler!" 

           AndIhearthefrontdoorslamshut. Marladoesn’twaitthethreedays. 

           Mostdays,afterwork,Icomehomeandmakeapeanutbuttersandwich. 

           WhenIcomehome,onespacemonkeyisreadingtotheassembledspacemonkeyswhositcoveringthewholefirstfloor. "Youarenotabeautifulanduniquesnowflake. Youarethesamedecayingorganicmatteraseveryoneelse, andweareallpartofthesamecompostpile." 

           Thespacemonkeycontinues, "Ourculturehasmadeusallthesame. Nooneistrulywhiteorblackorrich,anymore. Weallwantthesame.Individually,wearenothing." 

           ThereaderstopswhenIwalkintomakemysandwich,andallthespacemonkeyssitsilentasifIwerealone. Isay,don’tbother.I’vealreadyreadit.Itypedit. 

           Evenmybosshasprobablyreadit. 

           We’realljustabigbunchofcrap,Isay. Goahead.Playyourlittlegame.Don’tmindme.