It's not garbage day. Maybe, it's recycling day. I saw across the street an African-American in like a garbage truck. He like slammed the ground a few times after about 10 minutes. It was so loud and startling. It definitely affected me physically. I was just in the kitchen making supper. I don't usually do all of supper because my mom choses what she does and I wait for her in the evening and help if I'm not asleep.
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