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We are not equal. We pour your fries and build your cathedrals. We then paint the ceilings. Before that, we write the songs, the books. We resist capitulation, not change. We are the soiled half-shirts of the old world beneath the bleachers and bootprints. We are bad jokes and good music. We are harsh humor and harborers of love.

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