THE SECRET LIFE OF CHAIRS


Chairs are born free but everywhere they are in chains


He had read a lot of science fiction as a boy



He had had to keep working long after he should have retired


Every day, there were more protesters from all walks of life


All attempts at reconciliation failed


Despite their small size, they were surprisingly aggressive


He no longer knew which way was up



Even in the hot sun, he guarded his master faithfully



He was still magisterial in his old age


It was a painful walk to visit his old friend in the retirement home, but it was worth it



He wondered if inherited wealth could ever be fully justified


In prison, they danced



They prized their time at the spa every year




Wounded, she hid as best she could from the hunter


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