THE RIOTERS (memoir edition)
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  • Parts 5
  • Time 56m
  • Reads 213
  • Votes 44
  • Parts 5
  • Time 56m
Complete, First published Jul 23, 2018
This is a short story\poem about a male who finds a female in the middle of  a volatile protest. He hadn't  been exposed to real world problems yet and She was lost in them.  He needed Her so He could grow up and She needed him to remind her that She was young and allowed to have fun. How does one find their true identity in a world filled with idealism, hive-minded peer pressure, and political differences? Sometimes you need a stranger to make you feel a little less strange about who you are.
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