The guy wearing a brown shirt that has “Draft Beer, Not Soldiers” printed in white letters across the front of it exits the 4/5 subway stop.
My immediately thought is: under which circumstances does he think that he’d be forced to make a choice between either draft beer or soldiers?
It takes me a few seconds to get it.
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