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He continued dance-walking down the long city block, the time-traveling Black town crier was waking up all those who would listen.

“I’m a weird crier with movies. Like I won’t cry after I won the Super Bowl. I didn't cry when my kids were born,” he said.

Instead of caroling and ringing church bells, the most prominent sounds on Christmastide were now town criers calling: "No Christmas! No Christmas!"

“I am not a pretty crier,” she said.

Then, interrupting herself midsentence and cutting her speech short, she got in the best one-liner of the night before rushing off the stage: “I’m not an attractive crier — have a good evening!”