they mindlessly will

they mindlessly will

they mindlessly will

the others mindfully hang

the others mindfully hang

the others mindfully hang

knowing is inimical to action

knowing is inimical to action

knowing is inimical to action

they do

they do

they do

the others are

the others are

the others are


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