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I’ve had this conversation so many times I can practically recite it from memory. Me: Why don’t you like Trump? Them: He’s a racist. Me: What’s your evidence? Them: He’s a pedophile. Me: What’s your evidence? Then the conversation starts over. Racist. Pedophile. Racist. Pedophile. Round and round it...

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