In Prison for Writing Satire: Part IV

 
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I knew I had to try to save her. I grabbed a rock and hurled it at the guard. I missed, hitting a nearby tree. The guard laughed dismissively, until a large branch, knocked loose by the rock, crashed down on him. I carried her home. Freedom and love were mine at last.
Rietje B @ 3/17 4:20pm
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Raj C avatarRaj C3/20/23 3:25pm
take down the regime
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Byline Author3/20/23 5:15pm
me gasp for air
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