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  • The police and the people stood toe to toe, facing each other down in a kind of uneasy, made-ya-flinch sort of contest, neither side giving any ground but not making any show of advancing on each other either. Every once in a while a holler would come up from the crowd, or a chant would ripple through the marchers for a few verses and then trail off into silence. Everyone seemed hyper aware of the surreal nature of the situation--the tension that had a weird sort of humor to it, deadly serious but also lighthearted, at least from the protesters point of view. The cops just stared at us, and in their faces you could see that they too felt the strangeness of the moment. Everyone just stood, waiting, looking into each others eyes.
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