Every afternoon, by the great stairs of the subway stands an elderly man, tendered by life's trials but with a voice powerful enough to draw the ears of the seraphs.
He pauses succinctly with each breath
and cries at the top of his lungs:
"FREE!
FREE!
FREE!"
He raises the banner of his proclamation and then you realize:
he is only working the afternoon shift of handing out the local newspaper.
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