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Beware of the words "internal security," for they are the eternal cry of the oppressor.
— Voltaire
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The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness of the air. The sun on her face made her want to cry. Into all those millions of open pores came the sunshine, and other feelings as well. In and out. She was porous.
— Ann Brashares
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