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WE CAN'T DO THIS, SHE SOBBED. WE ARE JUST A BUNCH OF KIDS WE CAN'T DO THIS.

AND THEN I LOOKED AT HER, MY HEART
RACING AGAINST MY HARDENED RIBCAGE BECAUSE EVEN I WAS TREMBLING SCARED
BUT MY GOD,
I SAID TO HER,
MY GOD, WHAT IF WE WENT BACK AND TOLD OUR CHILDHOOD SELVES THAT ONE DAY OUR PAPER CROWNS WOULD TURN TO GOLD AND THAT THIEVES ARE REALLY NOTHING TO FEAR BECAUSE WE HAVE BECOME THE THIEVES THAT WILL BRING THE SYSTEM DOWN. WOULD YOU STILL NOT BELIEVE THAT WE CAN MAKE IT? MAYBE WE
ARE JUST A BUNCH OF KIDS. BUT WITH SPIRITS LIKE EAGLES, STONE SET HOPE AND TATTOOS LINING OUR SKIN, I'D SAY WE'RE A PRETTY DAMN SPECIAL BUNCH OF KIDS SO STAND TO YOUR FEET AND PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER BECAUSE TONIGHT WE WILL HOLLER INTO THE WIND FOR THE SUN TO KISS OUR WILD VOICES AS IT SETS IN
FLAMING VICTORY.

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