Lori, expressionless and unusually angry, said, "If you run outside my house at night again singing 'Sunshine, Rainbow, Little White Horse', I swear I will do this!"
What? Sunshine, Rainbow, Little White Horse? Is that even something a human can do? Allen Zhang was totally flabbergasted.
How about you just point at Black people's noses and say they are good at picking cotton, eating watermelons, and munching on fried chicken.
"Ok." The girl left with a knowing smile.
"I really can't understand why she hasn't been beaten up yet." Allen Zhang saw her going to flirt with Jason, the son of the Lone Star Republic, and Fitz, the crafty third-generation cotton picker.
Calling them plantaition owners and Black sisters, sowing discord. Jason felt his face turning red right there.
"Usually, she doesn't act this way in front of us. Maybe it's really because she's been locked up for a few days and is suffering from intermittent manic depression? Or maybe her condition has worsened?"
