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You Humiliate A Rich Person And They're Still Rich. You Humiliate A Brilliant Person And They're Still Smart. A Person Who Is Well Connected Is Still The King Of England. But If You Humiliate A Young Person, You Take Away The Only Form Of Power They Have.

-Chuck Palahniuk

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You Humiliate A Rich

Chuck Palahniuk

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You Humiliate A Rich Person And They're Still Rich. You Humiliate A Brilliant Person And They're Still Smart. A Person Who Is Well Connected Is Still The King Of England. But If You Humiliate A Young Person, You Take Away The Only Form Of Power They Have.

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