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“These people are optimists to the point of being stupid,” he said, shaking his head, “They can’t grasp reality and it is going to kill them.” Minutes later we stood before Thoreau. His three daughters sat on the floor before him. The hippie king sat quietly, pondering what Wolf had told him. “Rednecks! Here?” he asked after several minutes of silence. “How is this possible? They’ve have never been here, we are thousands of miles from the South.” “They are here,” Wolf said with a tone of finality. “What are we to do?” asked the King. “Perhaps if we knew why they were here...,”
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