I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them — I have nothing in common with them.
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I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them

— I have nothing in common with them.
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