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Rincewind had always been happy to think of himself as a racist. The One Hundred Meters, the Mile, the Marathon - he'd run them all. Later, when he learned with some surprise what the word actually meant, he'd been equally certain he wasn't one. He was a person who divided the world quite simply into people who were trying to kill him and people who weren't. That didn't leave much room for fine details like what colour anyone was.

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