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Text: My wife has been killed by a machine which should never have come into the hands of any human being. It is called a firearm. It makes the blackest of all human wishes come true at once, at a distance: that something die. There is evil for you. We cannot get rid of mankind's fleetingly wicked wishes. But we can get rid of the machines that make them come true. I give you a holy word: DISARM. Each paragraph will be a test.

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