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Had a dream this morning where there was knocking on my backdoor. Handful of immigrants were trying to push their way in, doing the sad sack "please police are trying to take us away we need somewhere to get out of the cold"

I didn't let her in, knowing they'd never leave.

Then someone else came forward who recognized me, and i recognized him, from high school. That became a bigger problem because I'm no longer rejecting strangers, I'm rejecting someone I know. Nevermind he's bohemian and natural-born to legal parents, but he's asking me for a legitimate reason to not let them in and i really got nothing besides "i don't want a bunch of squatters in my house" but instead I said it's personal, i don't want to get into it.

So instead a handful of them grab stuff out of my work truck and begin walking away

Then I woke up.

This is Trump's America

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