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Gang **** wars. famines. iPad screen a shield between news of death and your life. around, around, around we go, tripping over molehills, ignoring mountains where diamonds and silver lay as common as dirt at the top. this train is heading in painful directions, but it would tickle too much if we stop. so we don't. *I won't give up my wi-fi to save every child in a village I've never even heard of.*   we all say it. inaudibly. too many of us aboard, but the water is lovely. would someone -anyone- please, please rock this boat.
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
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Gang **** wars. famines. iPad screen a shield between news of death and your life. around, around, around we go, tripping over molehills, ignoring mountains where diamonds and silver lay as common as dirt at the top. this train is heading in painful directions, but it would tickle too much if we stop. so we don't. *I won't give up my wi-fi to save every child in a village I've never even heard of.*   we all say it. inaudibly. too many of us aboard, but the water is lovely. would someone -anyone- please, please rock this boat.
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
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