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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