Friday, January 17, 2025

"Not a grudge,"

  a man called out as several entered the administrative building, he quickly handcuffed a neighbor but let the neighbor's coat sleeves fall over the cuffs, and said, also loud but not threateningly, "But we voted and we'll be damned if we're going to let your fat pensioned asses clog up the legal system from working anymore." Several Church ladies who'd been paid the cost of bread and milk so could skip the errand to get there earlier bowed their heads as their own teenagers were brought into the building with each a hand handcuffed to a clothesline connecting them all.

 The tables had turned.


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