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My armor was scarred: battle-proven; impermeable burden. It was fabricated by generations of ******** Sicilians. Provided by birthright to defend against our own weakness. The day came for me to lay down my armor- I obeyed my master- still a warrior but so much faster- for now I yield sword and shield
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
Armored
My armor was scarred: battle-proven; impermeable burden. It was fabricated by generations of ******** Sicilians. Provided by birthright to defend against our own weakness. The day came for me to lay down my armor- I obeyed my master- still a warrior but so much faster- for now I yield sword and shield
and the battle rages on!!
Vinny
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
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