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As I sat aloof, I then began to understand what he had said:

“There’s an old pride thing to it. Back in my day we used to fight for what we wanted. We’d all corner in alleyways, circled around each other and fought just for the hell of it. Bloodied, Battered, but we had respect for each other at the same time. Too much was too much. Hell, we settled our disputes there, run out our frustrations. By the end of it, we’re all singing kumbya & to me,

that was Freedom.”

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