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Apr 2013
This morning as I stroll along, I passed by two security guards carrying guns that could practically shatter
a person's head in a single bullet. Between them stood an ATM being refilled by a bank associate.

This is capitalism:
**An era when paper has more protection and value than human lives.
Lacus Crystalthorn, 2013
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