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Thousand Yard StareDirt in the cramped foxhole fell with each thundering crash. A craving for a cigarette arose from the panic; I hated the tight quarters that made my apartment in Hell's Kitchen look spacious. Every time I broke the frozen ground to dig the pockmark into the earth of a cold Dutch winter, I felt like I was digging my grave. My friend Nathan described them as "Just big enough to die in, and not much else."Thousand Yard Stare
Fresh meat shared the foxhole with me, but new kids learn quickly here. Robert prayed, clutching on the rosary around his neck.
Finally I spoke. I hadn't said a single non-combat related word to him so far  

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the cup is always half full. especially when it contains alcohol.
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the cup is always half full. especially when it contains alcohol.
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WHy are we here? Why did i make a typo in Why? Why did i capitalize why in that last sentence? Too many questions, must eat cheese.
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...Just as the caterpillar thought the world was over, he became a butterfly...
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Everyone has a photographic memory. Some just don't have film.
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