It’s how I swing my hips that offends you. It’s how I do my hair in a way that offends you. It’s how I react to information that offends you. It’s how too many commercials about emotion that offends you. It’s how the shape of my clothes that offends you. It’s how we whip out all hair that offends you. It’s how a casual encounter that offends you. It’s how tapping my heel that offends you. It’s how a tick of my tongue that offends you. It’s how I relate nail polish to beauty that offends you. It’s how I spell my name “K*A*R*I*S: KARIS” that offends you. It’s how I undo the bottom three buttons of my uniform that offends you. It’s how I communicate that offends you. It’s how I eat that offends you. It’s how I take my time-off that offends you. It’s how I twirl my hair — all my hair — that offends you. It’s how I grow out everything that offends you. It’s how I speak that offends you. It’s how I eyebrow that offends you. It’s how I sip a drink that’s too strong that offends you. It’s how I clap softly that offends you. It’s how I don’t laugh at all your jokes that offends you. It’s how you are nothing to me that offends you. It’s how I try to destress that offends you. It’s how all the motions of the world in orbit that offends you. It’s how I wear these shorts with mesh that offends you. It’s how you can’t see me at night that offends you. It’s how I get myself on your shoe that offends you. It’s how I grow into a well-rounded human being that offends you. It’s how everything I am that offends you. It’s how I accept exactly who you are that offends you:
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