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Dysfunctional Troop As you walk into the dining room we pick up our knives start cutting and eating our meat quickly watching you with peripheral vision squat on the table grunting simplistic truisms eating from everyone’s plate then leaping out the window into a tree then we try like shamans to divine our fates from chunks in the gravy spilled tea and cracked bones fearing that, again you spoke of war |
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