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"What’s going on, Mali?" Robi caught up to him as he was nearly skipping to his work position.
"I don’t know… Everything seems different since I watched that documentary. It feels as though there’s something I have to do. You know? I think I’m going to get married and have kids."
"Kids? And how are you going to feed them if we all lose our jobs? Maybe you should give it some more thought?"
"We’re not going to lose our jobs! We have to fight! You know? We’ll organize another protest! We’ll write petitions and…" he fell silent.
"And?"
"And… I don’t know! I have no clue, but there has to be lots more we can do! I’m going to the promenade tonight!"
"Great!" exclaimed Robi as he patted him on the back. "I’m with you! I’m really curious to see how all this turns out! Don’t be late!"