the blueprints they have are drawn up and laid out. first reason, then retire to angry shouts. debate turns bitter. there's no hope for compromise. when this count comes in you're pushed to the side. an equation so dizzying it's got them up in arms. an equation so simple. who's worth a voice? who really matters? who's gonna get counted? who gets negated? and falls under control? who really matters and who's got the power to knock on the doors and make nobody home? 1-2-3 round down so 1.2 is reported.
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