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It's night and the cottages are dark. The gaslights on the narrow streets are dim. Dogs are sleeping. Dads are snoring. All this is just as it should be, until the umbra at the edges of the square begins to shift. The street guard looks the other way. He knows his own son is there among the moving shadows, but it's not serious, is it, really? A little mischief from the boys, that's all. Something going on for us to talk about tomorrow, say. It's funny, in a way, or so some will later insist. "Come on now, they're just kids, nobody got hurt." So then what can be the harm?... Read the whole story HERE