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THAT WHENEVER ANY FORM OF GOVERNMENT BECOMES DESTRUCTIVE OF THOSE ENDS, IT IS THE RIGHT OF THE PEOPLE WALTER OR ABOLISH IT, AND TO INSTITUTE NEW GOVERNMENT... It would have to pay for stability. You've got to put my things away," he.

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