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So, what, Max?
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You think any black woman you see here
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could be my mother?
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Well, any white man I see anywhere could be my father.
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Let's go. I already screwed up.
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No, you heard Iris. It was a lovely hug.
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But then again, she is being paid.
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Here, better wear my pearls.
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Yeah, right!
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Me in those pearls is like a monkey in baby clothes--
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Just plain wrong.
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Relax, Max.