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Had a bizarre dream last night about my tenants

I was sitting on the porch of my plantation sipping sweet tea and they were out working in the fields. They'd come back with a bale of cotton or a bushel of fruit. It would get weighed by a buyer who would give me some bills and change for it. I kept the bills and they got the change. Then they went back out into the fields for more.

They also spoke to me in that horribly racist negro slave patois, like yessuh massah.


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