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I Certainly Don't Know If You Could Claim That Every Theft Is Wrong, But I'll Prove To You That Every Theft Is Forbidden, By Simply Locking You Up.

-Karel Capek

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Karel Capek

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I Certainly Don't Know If You Could Claim That Every Theft Is Wrong, But I'll Prove To You That Every Theft Is Forbidden, By Simply Locking You Up.

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