Title: Opcional

Text: I laid my hand on top of theirs, and all I could think was, is this how revolutions begin? Not with a proclamation or a riot, but with a few people in a room somewhere with their hands clasped and a purpose. We were trying to save our country. I was betting the other Masters of the City wouldn't believe we were saving anything but ourselves, and patriot wouldn't be what they called us. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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