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| I'll tell you miss! I lost my goddam leg in Nam! I was there...in the dark, with the foul stench of death filling my nostrils. My brothers in arms writhing on the jungle floor, riddled with bullets from those filthy bastards. My mouth thick with blood, my eyes filled with smoke and my dreams violated each night by the screams of the undead! | |
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| I'm sorry sir...but it says here that a five month unwanted pregnancy takes presidence over an amputation from below the knee. | |
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