ashti and windows4

.	little Ashti	.	.	Joe's story	.
"what are those lacerations on your fingers child?" "lacerations?' I replied. "why there not abrasions teacher, I was helping my mother prepare the bread and I guess I just scratched my fingers a bit." "do you think this is what a young girl should be learning." my teacher asked. I replied "well, at least I can see the bread rising when it bakes and I know it has risen, but I never did see a monkey turn into a man. did you?" "OK child. I see lacerations and see you not accepting my teachings. things are going to change child. you will submit." "no." I replied. "no. I don't see lacerations. I see my mothers love and caring and she tried to teach me something. something that you cant understand and I will never submit." when I arrived home that day , I understood better why so many do submit.			oh, little Ashti. so many homes have been broken. so many children torn from their families, from their pasts. I've changed the past and I created the future I've created so many falsehoods the truth is hard to disseminate. all so you can buy my windows 98. the past really didn't matter and your cultures I really didn't care for. as for the future? well it didn't matter what would be great for if I could create more hate; See? Then I could sell more windows xp. I would penetrate, I would perpetrate I would make it so you could not disseminate and never ever ever would I donate or give free, my windows xp. it was so that whatever stood in the way I would liquidate. all for my design, my windows xp. so take care little Ashti take care because your life will soon change and god bless. you will soon have to navigate the sea in my world of windows xp.

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