Now it was just the three of us: the leader, the warrior, and the kid about to wet his pants. Guess who I was.
D. J. MacHaleThere will be no more protests. No more dissension. No more violence. There will be only one voice. The voice of Ravinia. The voice of Halla. Your voice." "There goes freedom of speech," I said.
D. J. MacHaleWe may have been like needles in a hay stack, but they were like needles . . . in a stack of needles
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