"And I saw it in Dover, where the refugee row was going on. People told me there were Albanians, Kosovars, wandering the streets smothered in gold, and stocking up at the butcher's every day with their tax money. Ha. I could hardly find any. I found three Kosovar kids, on a bench. They'd lost their father, lost everything, didn't have a hope. And the locals were throwing stones at them. I cried. I thought, "This place has the mark of the Beast."
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