On their second date, they cooked up a plan to organize their fellow workers. This gave the relationship an exciting political dimension. They lay side by side on You's futon, legs all tangled together, lightly sweating as they plotted points of strategy. But some jealous comrades at the market started trouble for Me and You. They said lovebirds don't belong in a revolutionary vanguard. They wrote stupid things in the ladies' room about You's penis. You told her to just ignore it, but Me felt she must take action. She went in with a can of spray paint and scrawled her reply: IF WE CAN'T LOVE WHO WE WANT, WHAT'S THE POINT OF THE REVOLUTION? The innocence of this left everyone speechless. Months of secret meetings resulted in plans for a nonviolent take-over. The workers approached the electric doorways in a long double line, pushing symbolic empty
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