From: Your fingers are begrimed with brick dust, the juice of rotten vegetables and blood. Your throat is dry from shouting. Your arm is tired but strong - still you keep your fist in the air; hold the placard aloft. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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