Stardust: Night On The Other Side
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Laatst gepubliceerd zat, nov. 23, 2013
My Dearest Father,
You have no doubt heard of our activities in the north. Of our growing strength. Of our motives. Of our goals. We have heard on your news shows that you don't know what is going on. I feel obligated to inform you of our intentions.
We aren't going through a phase.
We aren't a rebellion.
We aren't a revolt.
We aren't going to go quietly.
We aren't a squick in the history books.
We are a voice, and we can't be silenced.
We are....
…. the revolution.
Sincerely,
Your Daughter
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