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The Day My Pasame Calling:

For as long as I remember, I wanted to be white. I mean, I was born Caucasian. But that was not enough; I wanted to be tall and slim, with elegant wrists that suggested a blue-blood lineage rather than outright feyness. I wanted the type of body that looks perfect in a varsity jacket. I wanted piercing blue eyes and a shock of blond hair that would constantly fall over my high forehead into my eyes, requiring me to shake it back with a practiced insouciance.