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November 06, 2016

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Chris Z.

I, too, am scared. I am weary, and I fear that long after tomorrow, we will still be fighting. In every other election of my adult life, I have voted; aligning my vote with the candidate that more accurately reflects my beliefs. When "my" candidate lost I was disappointed, but not scared. I was frustrated, but not angry. I don't know what kind of America I will awake to on Nov. 9. I am tired, but I feel the fight is just beginning.

Adam

finding the whole situation intriguing, having been through Brexit recently you really never know how and what will happen.

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