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You think you're so knowledgable,
freely condemning anything that's not a part of your ideal belief system. Your way or the highway, is that it? Things you don't understand, or unlike you, you quickly put to shame, flaring your wise and godlike tongue. That is your clever weapon against the truth that you don't know half as much as you think. You are just as mundane and infallible as the rest of us, sometimes wrong, believe it or not.
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