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Chapter 1: Individual Power
All of you are wannabe politicians, and in picking this politics major you have opened the door to the future. All of you have the individual power to change what shapes society. All of you can change the very fabric of existence of what makes us us. Its all about fighting for justice, belief and yourselves. The lecture started and ended in this vain, with the aggressive and promotional attitude being used throughout. The American lecturer, Fredrick Damons spoke with the slight English accent he had picked up while working up in London. Leon Simmonds


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LISETTE AZAIRE STARED intently as the cab came to a gentle halt. The horses were a beautiful shade of grey, with hair that glistened under the shades of the sun. Inside the steel black carriage was Stephen Wraysford. Lisette glared at him as he stepped out of the carriage. She stared at the body he had hidden behind his smart suit. His waistcoat wrapped around the top half of his body, clinging onto his shoulders. Lisettes family had been eagerly awaiting Stephens arrival. They had had Stephenss metal trunk sent out early, so Stephen didnt have to make much e


Menin-GateThe air was cold, just like the mood. We stood there, with tears in our eyes. I stood there, looking on over the long lush fields. I couldnt believe it. I never realised the magnitude of it all, it was beyond imagination. Turning back and seeing row after row of the different names. Hundreds, thousands, millions even. I knew none of them, they were random people to me, until now. I could almost see their faces, fighting, fighting for hope. I could see every detail of their uniforms, I created personas for each of them. Thats when it hit me. Without them, would I be free? Would I be the man I am today? They gave so much, I gaMenin-Gate


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Chapter 3: Welcome to Guadalajara
The place was a buzz with activity; the room was large and plain. There were a couple of offices to the right, which were sectioned off and guarded by a big man. He barely even moved, it reminded Leon of the guards outside Buckingham palace. He had gone when he was ten. His mother had accompanied him on a school trip to see the changing of the guards. It was not all had seemed though, although he was too young to understand the tradition, there was a slight feeling that something was not quite right. Along with his sister, they had both watched the ceremony from
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Insanity beckons all who have lost faith in reality
punk rock is not avril lavigne or simple plan dumbasses!
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