Once upon a time there was a town.
The town where a sacred right was defended at the cost of life: the right to hate.
The entire community had built itself on this base.
Every citizen has the right to hate, said an invisible item of a particular constitution, written somewhere in the body, certainly not in the heart. This feeling can be directed to anything or anyone, for any reason. And, whatever the form which it occurs in, only one answer will be granted: ‘these people are exasperated’. As a result, ‘these people should be understood’.
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