"It's Mr. Graham right now. What was your question Miss?"
Fellow Republicans filled in the spaces around the speaking men so they wouldn't get knocked over and "trampled".
The girl stood her ground in a sea of people slithering past barricades. "What were you venting about Mr. Graham?"
"Honey, I am a man of feelings. And it hurts me that half or more than half of my fellow Countrymenpeople think myself and this gentleman," he waved a crushedbone wrist and hand at the "generic" Mr. Paducah, "Are (i)racists(i)."
A firecracker popped somewhere.
People started scattering and running again.
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