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05/01/2009

Freedom

"Freedom is when you can consume countless chocolate pretzels in the dark of night in your bed.

Another manifestation of freedom is when they don't shoot you ten times when you speak up.

Some freedoms we have, others we don't."
Posted by Budapite at 10:54

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