She was, like, you know, IMAGINING, like, what it would look like if, like, there were, like, migrants, you know, on the other side of the fence. Someone, like, doesn’t have to BE there for you, like, to cry over them. They’re like, in your head and heart, you know? Like you know, like, what it would look like, because you’re, like, a human being.
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