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The Littlest Nazi The littlest Nazi, Alice Green, grew up with dreams inside her head that girls like her were better girls and other girls were better dead. Not that she practiced violence: In fact, she practiced violin. But she was not afraid to speak on matters of her discipline. It simply seemed to Alice Green that fair complexions and blue eyes bespoke a better sort of mind. All else was dingy pious lies. And so small people grew enraged, and several chased her through the town; while others filed civil suits and tried to wear her family down till one day Alice turned around and quieted the rabble's taunts: All people ought to have the right to say and think the way they want, quoth Alice Green. This is my creed. We learn it every year in school and you may hate me for my thoughts but I will not live by mob rule. And so she stood and dared the crowd to strike a pretty eight-year-old who'd simply tried to live her life as best she heard what conscience told. And no one there, not black or Jew, could stand to smash that pretty face-- behind which seemed a heart and mind as pure as any of their race. Said old Ben Levy, Leave her be. She simply speaks as she believes. We cannot make her love us all or take her thoughts like palace thieves. So Alice Green collected hugs and all assembled made a vow to let each other live in peace. And so I will, she thought. For now.
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