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  1. UnknownSeptember 15, 2020 at 9:01 AM

    Sometimes it's just for peace. Some of us naturally don't like conflict. But whoever you're arguing with may just be so narrow-minded and we all know someone like that😏but we just need to find a way to get our point to him or her in a more peaceful way

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