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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Glinda of Oz by L. Frank Baum: coming of the Dictator. Pretty soon he entered from
another room -- a rather lean and rather old Flathead,
dressed much like the others of this strange race, and
only distinguished from them by the sly and cunning
expression of his face. He kept his eyes half closed
and looked through the slits of them at Ozma and
Dorothy, who rose to receive him.
"Are you the Supreme Dictator of the Flatheads?"
inquired Ozma.
"Yes, that's me," he said, rubbing his hands slowly
together. "My word is law. I'm the head of the
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