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In line at the drugstore it's finally your turn, and then it's not as he walks in front of you and puts his things on the counter. The cashier says, Sir, she was next. When he turns to you he is truly surprised.

Oh my God, I didn't see you.

You must be in a hurry, you offer.

No, no, no, I really didn't see you.

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Citizen lead me to several thoughts: on the surface, I want to read all of Claudia Rankine's work, AND I didn't realize that prose poetry was such a thing (how did I miss this?) and I adore the form. Little snippets, vignettes, glimpses.

The long piece on Serena (and Venus to a lesser degree) Williams was brilliant, and among the highlights for me. The interspersed artwork - photographs, paintings, sculpture - were a wonderful addition to this already powerful art form.

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At the end of a brief conversation, you tell the manager you are speaking with that you will come by the office to sign the form. When you arrive and announce yourself, he blurts out, I didn't know you were black!

I didn't mean to say that, he then says.

Aloud, you say.

What? he asks.

You didn't mean to say that aloud.

You transaction goes swiftly after that.