Thoughts and actions on Rapanzu's hair (1 paragraph)

i am a strong (insert gender here) my father and his brother were to, they were killed not by the cold, not by the bears or wolves that roam our streets at night, but by the   bolsheviks. we must stand up and fight communism or we all end up dead, starved dehydrated, enslaved. the time is now we must fight. lenin is a dangerous man but he can be stopped. so my comrades we shall siege there weapons tonight on ward. (rides away with ak(not invented yet) and sword in hand while on bear into snowstorm)

the grass-plot before the jail, in prison lane, on a certain summer morning, not less than two centuries ago, was occupied by a pretty large number of the inhabitants of boston; all with their eyes intently fastened on the iron-clamped oaken door.

— the scarlet letter,

nathaniel hawthorne

''eyes intently fastened''

''iron-clamped oaken door''

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