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“Why not have safety from this petrification?” Sennin expressed, “Why go out and become sand and die?” Dorothy grabs her arm with her right arm and pulls her arm back. Sennin sees the rot up to her neck. Dorothy said, “Those who sacrifice liberty for security will ultimately sacrifice both liberty and security.”

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