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After the most abhorrent violence, during times of misery and sorrow, a wise man will sit in a dark room and reflect on his truths. In rage, he will curl his fingers into the tightest fists. In sadness, he will weep for all that has been lost. In his chair, the wise man will drink his whiskey, and then he will stand up and fight back against the hate. -Ron Gavalik
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
Pittsburgh
After the most abhorrent violence, during times of misery and sorrow, a wise man will sit in a dark room and reflect on his truths. In rage, he will curl his fingers into the tightest fists. In sadness, he will weep for all that has been lost. In his chair, the wise man will drink his whiskey, and then he will stand up and fight back against the hate. -Ron Gavalik
My city. My community. My life and my love.
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
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