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my back fucking hurts from watching those tanks get airtime then slamming back down
Antony Beevor's book already informed me of that, yet I know that living with ruptured spinal disks that're as flat as Stalingrad was is living torture.
I only know the music from that one Ocean's movie scene where the french aristocrat douche slides around a bunch of lasers to steal a fancy egg.
