one word [neck]

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(ref: here)

Short, strapped, draped, crewn, scattered, bescarved.

The necks were seen covered, hidden, abandoned; motley necks stood above crew cuts stood above angry necks.

Scarf after scarf was traded for weapons.

And the smallest, with scapel and fear, dove head-long into the throng.

He would not go without a fight.

It would not be a peaceful night.

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