If I have no parents, got dropped in America, I go to church like I used to know. I don't actually care doing the community service in the church, handing out stuffs or car wash.
In there, I see people.
The problem is I never stay long enough to really getting a job.
I try in Williamsville, NY, one of those Amherst church.
I met a group of them, like APO, we had a lunch.
A full long table. They look....weak human. Guys Asian guys.
But at least they were like Shirley, their parents giving her SUV for ....graduating, or got accepting which program again? I forget.
Weak human in the eyes always reflects the ghost of their fear the most, to say crowd place, noise will saturate their sense to feel...peace.
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