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Agenda dresses for the rally. Early November winds buffet the north windows of the librarian’s 3rd floor walk-up. The cheap bastard landlord has yet to fire up the boiler. It’s above freezing on the inside of the glass, but just barely. Agenda Jones pays the weather little heed. She has donned her suffragette’s uniform. Made of wool, with long sleeves and a full length pleated skirt, it provides ample proof against the winter chill. Librarian and covert recruiter for the cause by day, activist and secret lover by night, Miss Jones finds the peril of her clandestine duality powerfully arousing. Tonight she must look perfect… The street banner stands at the ready. Tonight it will be carried with pride. The planned march will take them down Indiana Street from the park to the square. There, in front of the monument, they would rally, making speeches and singing till the dawn. This year they vowed not to allow the police goons with their clubs to intimidate them. They would hold their ground! Tonight they would be heard! Unbeknownst to the council, the police chief has ordered every third member of the riot squad to be equipped with a shotgun… just in case the clubs no longer have their desired effect.
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