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That day on the bus It all started once upon a time now long-ago December 1, 1955. I was sitting on the bus on my way home from work, in the back as I were supposed to, but my neighbour named Rosa Parks who I worked with sat up front with the white people she was that kind of human that didn’t want other people to diced rather she could or could not sit in the front, and that’s why I did not notice it. Anyways a white passenger came into the bus and there were no more sits in
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