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He took the dagger from the dead hand of a Marine Major on the battlefield of An Loc so the tame ***** wouldn't steal it like the thieving cowards they were. Kept it, used it, smuggled it back to the world, has had it for 43 years and now it sits on his coffee table, still talon sharp, against the day when he might need to cut the world's throat.
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
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He took the dagger from the dead hand of a Marine Major on the battlefield of An Loc so the tame ***** wouldn't steal it like the thieving cowards they were. Kept it, used it, smuggled it back to the world, has had it for 43 years and now it sits on his coffee table, still talon sharp, against the day when he might need to cut the world's throat.
mike-essig
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
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