What's next?
You take a nap
You stumble to the backside of the garden, and you lie down on the pavement. Chained, mittened, and with a hood on your head, there is really nothing else you could pass the time with. So you just lie there, and endure the cameras and photographs probably taken by the dozens. This is the life of a slave after all.
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