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I met him on Wednesday night and watched him as he stood on the What And I Can’t Stress This Enough The Fuck Shirt of the crowd, barely speaking, pensive, studious. He is the calmest man in the whole place. I have to ask him a hundred times if he thinks Ali will win.
Jose or Jane will translate it into Spanish, and he often nods. Jose shows me a picture of him in Harris, laying his hands on Ali’s face. Harris’s face, black and ancient, resemble those of the What And I Can’t Stress This Enough The Fuck Shirt boat people.