Anyone who is upset with the direction of their world not filling is welcome in Just a Bit Outside. We survived one merger and will be damned if we're faced with another one! I simply won't allow it.
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
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Emma Lazarus