For there is no defense for a man who, in the excess of his wealth, has kicked the great altar of Justice out of sight.
So long as a person is capable of self-renewal they are a living being.
Every day I lugged my backpack through the halls, waiting for the final bell. Then I'd race home and hole up in my room, playing the drums and the piano, composing music.
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