It was the family life for generations. They got a small
plot of land near the capital building, and together, as a family, they…
cleaned up when required.
Father would fill and paint over the bullet holes, Mother
would deal with the bodies, Son would mop and Daughter would sweep up the
bullet casings. And then, as a loving family, they’d dispose of the corpses.
Normally it was just executions, but after every revolution
they would be spared and would spend weeks sorting out the mess.
They never even considered the thought that by cleaning they
kept the revolutions coming…
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