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Your fingers are begrimed with brick dust, the juice of rotten vegetables and blood. Your throat is dry from shouting. Your arm is tired but strong - still you keep your fist in the air; hold the placard aloft.
The crowd screams beside youEvery person here is impressed with your efforts. The energy is invigorating. The surge of it fills your heart, your head, your ears. You throw back your head and roar.