Many men are at the gate. I don’t know who they are or what they want. I don’t speak their language. I’m sure there is some mistake. I’ve done nothing wrong. They must be looking for someone else.
Yet, I dare not open the gate. They are a crazed mob and I doubt they will take the time or effort to confirm my identity. I keep shouting my name but they do not hear me over their own noise.
If I lay face-down on the ground and put my arms straight out they will surely spare me any violence. right?
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