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The Red Cross is like that old condom in your wallet: you usually never think about it but, when you find yourself in a situation, it's a godsend. When my house caught fire a few billions years ago (I was in my late teens, it was the mid 80s), they provided us with the resources to rent a place and buy clothes and toiletries, and allowed us to still feel human while dealing with all the bullshit.
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