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“40 The Dark Cloud Is the negativity that surrounded you at work and in school Is the toxicity that bullying victims have to use as fuel Is the neurological disorder war victims have that is cruel Is the disgusting attitude some older men have towards little girls that causes them to drool”

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Book:The Dark Cloud

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“But if you admit you don't know, you always have the edge over those who guess.”

Book:Checkpoint

Source: Checkpoint

“One speaks the languages one speaks and everyone will always speak the language they speak, and the language of the victors will always be on top, and so it goes. Besides, it would be funny if the victor were to speak the language of the loser, just as it was entirely natural for the loser to speak the language of the victor. But what about when the victor and loser speak the same language? What then?... 'Then quick, think up a new language. That, at least, is easy!”

Book:Checkpoint

Source: Checkpoint

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Book:The Three Musketeers

Source: The Three Musketeers

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Book:Checkpoint

Source: Checkpoint

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Book:Checkpoint

Source: Checkpoint

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Book:Checkpoint

Source: Checkpoint

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Book:Checkpoint

Source: Checkpoint