“I’m just doing my job, lady.”
“But I need to get through! My husband is already on the other side of the river!”
“Lady, you’ve got an open wound. Nobody with an open wound crosses the river.”
“The wound was from falling, I was climbing over a chain link fence…”
“I got no way of knowing if that’s true.”
“I’ve got a right to…”
“It’s martial law. You don’t have any rights. Now please step back from the barricade.”
“What about the baby?!”
“Give the baby to somebody else to carry across for you. Or don’t. Either way, you stay.”
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