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2/16/13
Cinema
And in the end, when everyone is blown away, when blood becomes wallpaper, when good and evil lay dead, when every insult has been thrown, when only an onion remains unpeeled, we walk away as our own Uncle Tom and wonder what darkness thinks.
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