So once there was a deadly village gansta, a real shot-caller who went into coma. His folks thought he was dead, and because of his menacing presence in the community, they hurriedly prepared the body, neatly shrouded and phew, to the cemetery; you know, good riddance anyways.
As the body was lowered into the grave, the knees started bending, like he was regaining consciousness. One of the two elderly men laying the body in the grave saw the movement and shoved the leg back in like, dammit, go dude, GO! To him, to think you're free is nothing, unless, as a free person, you are safely free.
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