| The noon hour sun rises hotly, setting down upon a proud soldier weary of war, weary of loss... |
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 | Blast this war! What matter of God sends me to war against my one true love, the woman I cherish above all else? | |
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| The b#tch removed her comments from my wall!!! | |
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| Woot! | |
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