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“Behind the podium, he had a glass of water, and he picked it up. The glass was crystal clear, as was the water. He put the glass to his lips, and filled his mouth with as much of the water as he could. Then he tilted the glass back into its upright position, and carefully let the water fall out of his mouth back into the glass. “Does anyone want to drink from this glass of water?” he asked the audience with confidence.”

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The Dinner Party

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