I see the man smile as I run with his pamphlet. The streets narrow as I make my way through them, dodging between buildings. A falling printing press tumbles from a balcony and I just manage to avoid it. The further I run, the more posters seem to materialise on the walls and new billboards rise around me. A van drives by blaring slogans, I smile at the sound, love swelling in my chest. The city sighs and its breath rips the pamphlet from my hands. (15) The world snaps back and I find myself right where I began.
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