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“If you're afraid to defend your convictions because you might get your ass kicked for it, you're not really fit to advocate for them.” quote by James Carlos Blake — Download Open image

“If you're afraid to defend your convictions because you might get your ass kicked for it, you're not really fit to advocate for them.”

James Carlos Blake

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