Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Hooters.

I’ve Heard the Mermaids Singing.

Utena.

Over there.

First a clean line passed; now, a grittily muddy one. Damn. —Bill Mauldin, ladies and gentlemen.

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Sweary.

The Night Watch.

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