This is tiresome, standing in my place in the square, surrounded by my family and neighbours, being led in a cheer for Our Glorious Leader. Standing on the platform, leading us in this exercise, is the mayor of our small town and someone I don’t know but who is wearing a very elaborate official uniform. *Shrug*.
I smile as I knuckle under, sing full-throated while the words catch in my throat. If our leader is so glorious, why is this required to remind us? Makes no sense.
I’m not enthusiastic and everyone knows. How long before they jail me?
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