I have an orange unicorn that lives in my right ear and tells me to pull my pants down in front of nuns.
Do you know for a fact that this orange unicorn does not exist?
It was written in my diary when I was five, so it could be real, and would in fact exist.
"In the beginning of a change the patriot is a scarce man, and brave, and hated and scorned. When his cause succeeds, the timid join him, for then it costs nothing to be a patriot."--Mark Twain
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