I'm in a stadium at half time. There is and Irish-American rights demonstration. I know they're going to kill someone as part of the demonstration. I leave the stadium.
I'm walking with Emily Haines. We stop to make out every once in a while. I feel guilty because I'm dating someone but can't remember who.
I approach a second stadium and get in line for tickets. When you pay to get in, you get a raffle ticket. Mine is blank. I'm told that if you have one of the blank tickets, you've won one of the prizes but won't know what until prizes are drawn. The whole time, I'm trying to have a low profile because I'm not supposed to be there and it's dangerous.
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