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... w it's coming down in sheets, thick and relentless, turning the air to a swirling, blinding white. My boots are soaked, my toes numb, and my mood is blacker than the night sky back home. In my head, I curse the proctors with every insult in my arsenal, mentally flaying them alive for subjecting me to this. Bastards. Cunts. Whores. Sons of bitches. I hope they choke to death or get conveniently blown up that would be amazing.
Sadly even with these conditions we can't stop. Not yet. We're ...
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