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Man, that money that Mama is getting from Dads insurance could make all of our dreams come true, if only they would listen to me. If only Mama would trust me with that money, I could go into business with Bobo and start earning us our dream through that liquor store. But man, Ruth a Beneatha just keep jabbering about this and that, what do they know? What could they know about business? Ruth works nothing compared to me a Beneatha is just flat out spoiled, if only Moma could see that instead of the crap that those two are filling in her head.
Well, it looks like I'm just going to have to do just that. I will talk to Mama about it once Buth and Beneatha are gone, and tell her that she has to use it towards to liquor store for our dreams! It isn't my dreams I'm talking about like they say, it's all of our dreams! To be equals to the whites, maybe even better! That's what I want for us, what we want for us, all we have to do is buy the liquor store...
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Walter-From A Raisin in the Sun
Posted by Soccer International Crossroads at 9:47 AM
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Very good, even though you called Ruth "Buth"! Good choice of content and picture.
Good dialect.
Grade: A
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