The protesting diners finally entered the fighting
arena. They were now seizing control of the ax-handles and the
ax-wielders. The bloodied now had the upper hand. The
wielders’ hatred and ignorance lost their bold. The snowy shadows all
looked not to the heavens but to the vanguard surrounding the Plaza. And
on cue, the Uniformed resolutely
marched forward and, in unison and with precision, added blood and Southern
justice to the principled diners.
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