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A Call to Disarm

Today, my Jewish brothers and sisters in the greatest city on Earth were gunned down by a man poisoned with hatred, that bitter hit of political rage. Tonight, imperfect souls will gather to hug and weep and scream. As we gaze upon so many fierce tears, I pray we absolutely never go quietly into that goodnight. -Ron Gavalik
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