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Each time I read his nick I remember our two countries were in stalemate during my youth. My government wanted me to believe that if we bested his to the moon his citizens would forever be subjugated to second rate status. I knew but a little, certainly one could not judge with the equivalent of a space age sporting event. Now we are at it again, suspicions well fed by twenty-four hour social media with nothing but separatism on the brain. Alex is my friend of choice, neither he nor I selected the lands reared within, enemies do not care for one another as brothers. Be ****** the drama of political intrigue, I want more from our friendship than the uneasy truce of another era of detente.
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Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 11:14 AM UTC
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Each time I read his nick I remember our two countries were in stalemate during my youth. My government wanted me to believe that if we bested his to the moon his citizens would forever be subjugated to second rate status. I knew but a little, certainly one could not judge with the equivalent of a space age sporting event. Now we are at it again, suspicions well fed by twenty-four hour social media with nothing but separatism on the brain. Alex is my friend of choice, neither he nor I selected the lands reared within, enemies do not care for one another as brothers. Be ****** the drama of political intrigue, I want more from our friendship than the uneasy truce of another era of detente.
For AV, a friend in Russia.
jim-allen
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Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 11:14 AM UTC
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