We all need to vote this November; here's a study on why youth don't vote, and inspiration on what to do about it.

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From Circle, brought to me by Wall of Us, the Indivisible movement:
https://www.wallofus.org/posts/388/ask-your-mayor-to-join-mayors-for-our-lives?utm_source=Wall+of+Us+Newsletter&utm_campaign=523054dc32-EMAIL_CAMPAIGN_2017_07_01_COPY_02&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_cc0b966781-523054dc32-50865891&mc_cid=523054dc32&mc_eid=7c7b7acd78

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