FMA and Me: Reckoning With Anime as Japanese and American
The affectations of white anime enthusiasts made me feel fake, confusing my yearning for the language and familiarity I craved.
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Doraemon PokémonCandy CandyGlass MaskThe Rose of Versailles.
Legally Blonde The Swan PrincessYu Yu Hakusho Rurouni Kenshin InuyashaThe Suite Life of Zack and Cody Fear Factor
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